Marriage

cardboard jungle

Some people call the catacombs of urban areas a concrete jungle. I prefer to call our new living space a cardboard jungle.

Boxes, boxes boxes, everywhere. I have learned that I hate the smell of cardboard, the color of cardboard, everything about cardboard.

Last night we finished with the truck and trailer, and all of our boxes are in the house. Some downstairs, some upstairs. Jeremy has one more Jeep load of odd shaped wall hangings, etc. to bring home after school today.

Our calves burn from the stairs and Jeremy even has a mess of bruises and scratches on his fore arms. Poor guy! I am SO incredibly thankful for his helpfulness and patience this past week.

When the jungle gets more organized, I’ll post a photo or two.

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