We moved two weeks ago.
It kinda went like this.
A: Hey, we need a bigger place closer to your work.
P: I don’t want anything to do with this
A: It’s OK, I’ll take care of it.
*Three days later*
A: OK, someone took our lease and we’re moving this weekend.
P: What happened to you taking care of everything?
So yes, in the space of a week we decided to move, packed up our house and moved into another one. It was awesome. Now we’re “settled” (ie, there are still those random 5 boxes that will still be packed the next time we move sitting around in annoying locations). Our internet is *almost* back to normal, and we’re trying to get things into a routine again. I promise I’m back in the saddle.
I know you missed us, right?