You can tell we're moms. With Bean's arrival, we've re-evaluated raising kids in LA. (Though I hate to admit it, my sister's right.) We are going suburban. Ish. Which means we're moving. Have I ever mentioned my thoughts on moving? Sweet holy Moses, I LOATHE moving. Home dental surgery sounds more enjoyable. Hate. It. Haaaaaaaaaaaaate.

Which is why I'm baffled by my own behavior. Since college, my longest tenure in an abode is a measly three years, with the majority being two years or less. The place we're moving is an apartment, so there's another move even after this. My hope is that the place after this is officially ours, in Bean's future school district, with room to grow. Once we find that place, I'm gonna plunk my rear there and I AIN'T MOVIN' AGAIN.

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