We’ve lived in our condo for a little over a year now, and finally we are starting to move out of the tear-your-hair-out-why-the-hell-are-these-boxes-still-here mode.
(Why are those boxes still there? Why have we not unpacked them? No clue. That’s a question above my pay grade.)
And what’s lovely about moving out of that mode is that there is finally breathing room between the working and the (lack of) unpacking and the life and the everything.
And a little bit of breathing room is lovely, as it leaves me time to explore portions of nearby parks that seem secreted away from the rest of the city, but are actually right in front of your face.