Limbo

You know you're an adult when you can no longer fit your whole life into one single room. My life is currently spread between 2 suitcases, the back of a car, a removal truck, 2 boxes and one single room. And I am so so thankful just to have that room in a house where there are condiments.

You also know you're an adult when this is an acceptable dinner. And it becomes an acceptable dinner two nights in a row because it's just that time of year when there is so much to do the best thing to do is eat.

Counting down is tricky, especially when this is supposed to be the shortest count down of all.