You can tell by the size of this truck that we own way too much stuff. Our possessions were not the only freight heading south from Ann Arbor - there were also stops in Panama City and Jacksonville.
At this point, things don't seem too bad. Items are still neatly contained in their cartons. I'm exhausted and just beginning to realize that the furnishings that seemed oh-so-chic in that former corset factory converted loft in the city of trees doesn't transfer so easily to a wannabe Florida beach house by the Caloosahatchee River.
Boxes and paper - it's almost like Christmas except the temperature is 86 degrees.
End of the day on the other side of the water, looking back at our new condo (far right of the five towers) sitting in an open-air restaurant, right at water level - eating stone crab claws. Who can complain?
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The WCG was impressed with your moving van. He said, "Nenah and Ohpa have a lot of stuff!"
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