Hate moving!
Room dissasembled and mostly packed up, most presents bought, three quarters of the laundry done.
I've now taken my bed apart so many times, that I have favourite parts in doing it. Or least favourite parts.
The next move *will* be out of this country (it better be!) and as much as I like the bed, I'll be glad not to have to move the thing again.
(I only brained myself once this time! I can learn! But not that IKEA tells us it needs two people to put that thing together. That's just ridiculous.)
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But seriously, I don't have concrete plans yet, but they're actively looking for vets and I can be very stubborn. So, once I'm out of the clinic I'm working at now, every single application goes to the UK.
I just need the thought of moving there as an occasional pick me up, that's why I tend to mention it every now and then. (When I've said it here, I'll have to do it! That's how these things work)