Thursday, August 25, 2011
It's 1 AM and still 95 degrees, the house is full of boxes and I can't find my toothpaste. I put clean sheets on the mattress and crawl on top of the duvet. Mr. Wonderful joins me. We're going to sleep in Our House for the very first time. No more neighbors with shared walls, or landlords who change contracts, or gross rent increases. We're home in Our House. I look at him and kick my feet like I'm at an all-girl sleepover. We laugh and laugh and laugh.