Another change Another start
And so the day finally arrived that I have to change my address in my IC. Not that I had the TIME to even drop by the police post - which I hear is ONLY open during day time (where are all the man in blue? Who says crime only happens during day time?!) - but physically speaking, I now walk a different path to go home. Home is where the heart is but you wun be very heartful when you see the GERZILLION boxes stacked up in the hallway. I think we killed like the Brazillian forrest in throwing away paper wrappers. What's with all the kiasu workers who warpped a small cup in at least 10 huge rolls of papers? We are so so so so tired out that all we want to do is sleep. Not even eat. P has bruises on chest (from heaving very heavy boxes up) and toes (dropping paintings down). I have bruised heel (from landing on toolbox when I stepped down from a chair) and very aching arms (from lugging at least 2 weeks of unwashed clothes etc etc). All in all we agree that we will NEVER do this again. Unless we elope to another ctry without anything or we hand the keys over to Salvation Army -
