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The move that never ends I am in the process of moving. Again. I think I have written this before. I am newspaper ink covered, sick of boxes, masking tape and permanent markers, and totally sleep deprived. Gah. It'll all be over soon, and then I am never, ever moving again. Okay. I say that every time. But that's beside the point. Anyway, I have a serious jones to one day live in 0hio @mish country. In a lovely old farmhouse with wooden floors and big windows. And a red barn with horses and chickens and a simpler, environmentally friendly, more healthy way of life. Someday. |