How Moving Made Me a Better Person (but not before making me a terrible person first)
There are a lot of things in this life that can get me cranky Hanging a towel over a door instead of a towel hook (I’m looking at you, Steven.) “Soaking” the dishes instead of washing them (….Steven…) People honking right when the light turns green (OK, Steven, you’re off the hook on this one.) Not picking up after your doggie does his/her business People who lean up against poles on the metro so that no one else can grab onto them in a crowded car People who fart on a crowded metro car and pretend to continue “reading” their book. The Metro But nothing makes me quite as cranky as moving. We recently relocated up the street since our little Noodle will be here soon and our old building wasn’t dog friendly. Remember little Noodle? I was initially pretty excited to move– getting Noodle is the single most exciting thing I have ever looked forward to. For some people it’s getting married. For others, its Taco Tuesday. I’d like to say I fall somewhere …