So, as it turns out, I have depression. Well, actually, I 'HAD' depression, but now that I'm 'all better,' I can tell you about it. The reason I didn't know I was depressed was because I was happy. Or, at least, I felt like I 'should' be happy. After all, we're in our dream house now. I've never lived anywhere as beautiful as this.
The great migration to college begins this week. Bed, Bath and Beyond has been sacked and the booty loaded in the car, so heavily weighted down that the back bumper practically scrapes the ground. Move-in day dawns, inevitably hot and humid, with all the 'stuff' needing to be carried up at least three flights of stairs. That's the easy part.