A life of boxes and take-away dinners.

It's official. We are almost completely in boxes. With Foti away most of the day, it's pretty much me packing right now. That will soon change. It better. We're practically living out of these moving boxes and trust me, it's not as glamorous as it sounds. You would think that having 7 different addresses within 6 years(according to our official credit report) would prepare us for life's shifts and turns, but it doesn't. You just become a better packer and learn to label things clearly. Foti and I still lack the necessary tools to remain cool as a cucumber through these most stressful moving conditions. We were even "discussing" how many boxes he packed versus how many I packed and which packing technique we each prefer. Craziness! The insanity doesn't stop there. We are officially dish-less if that's even a word. It's all paper plates and cups, which doesn't even make sense since we're going to be ordering take-away dinners for the next week. It's like a knife through my heart. I will miss cooking so much. What will I eat? What will I blog about? Yikes. It's all these pressing questions and more that plague my daily thoughts. I don't think I should move for another 10 years. (Don't tell Foti!) I've accumulated so many credits that I should be exempt.

On to more pressing questions. What should I have for lunch? My poor fridge looks so lonely and frail. I just want to fill it back up with yummies again =(Off to more packing, getting documents in order and praying this process starts to expedite itself along!