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xansAs much as I love that Alan has got this new job, part of me is sad to be leaving our home. I love our little two bedroom farmhouse and the killer view we have of the valley with the river running through it. I love the privacy and freedom (dude, hot days, nekkid, no neighbors to get offending, 'tis a sweet thing). But, move we must.
Packing is gonna be a real bitch.
Also? All that's gotta be done in two weeks. Because today he handed in his notice, and I'm handing in mine (and asking for transfer). The old manager was supposed to work 'til the beginning of the new year, and we were hopefully going to move in a couple of weeks if we find a place, and they would work together. But the old manager is leaving next week. So it's really on to us to land a place and move.
Fuck.
Don't stress, don't stress, no pressure...
Also, my headphones on my mp3 player died.
Fin.
Packing is gonna be a real bitch.
Also? All that's gotta be done in two weeks. Because today he handed in his notice, and I'm handing in mine (and asking for transfer). The old manager was supposed to work 'til the beginning of the new year, and we were hopefully going to move in a couple of weeks if we find a place, and they would work together. But the old manager is leaving next week. So it's really on to us to land a place and move.
Fuck.
Don't stress, don't stress, no pressure...
Also, my headphones on my mp3 player died.
Fin.
