30 hours later

Well night two was less “woooo we’re young and reckless!” and more, “Can you please get out of the way?!”

Moving sucks. For anyone. There are random stupid objects that really don’t belong anywhere, and you’re tired, and you have to have little counsil meetings about every detail of every drawer every other minute. The good news is rather than moving our stuff from a moving van to a home, we just moved our stuff into a van that is our home.