The opposite of “Movin’ Out”

Though I can’t claim to be a dyed-in-the-wool Billy Joel fan like Celeste Hamilton Dennis (and I actualIy just moved in with my boyfriend), I couldn’t help but be reminded of that famous tune about cohabitation as I schlepped box after box around my old apartment, then out of it, then into a new one last weekend.

Boy am I tired of looking at boxes (though not at my man, so that’s good).

But at this point there are just a few more coats to hang on hooks and a few more books to line up on shelves and then we’ll have a wonderful, livable new nest.

And then I can get back to typing…

Getting there

Almost there

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