Last weekend we moved.

There is a slow and heavy chaos that comes with moving. A tired sort of chaos. The kind of chaos where your arms and your back start to ache so you just shove boxes labeled “Gina’s Shoes” into the guest bathroom next to the shower. Your box labeled “Super Important Office Stuff” is buried somewhere in a sea of boxes in the garage, most likely under my childhood doll furniture. I still can’t find my favorite bra. It’s getting weird. We’ll figure it out later. The kitchen is unpacked. The living room seems livable. We’re moving through the moving process. Let’s just not talk about the office. Or the bedroom. Or the guest room.

Let’s just not talk. Let’s eat. That sounds best. […]