There are fireworks outside. It’s early, but I guess some people can’t wait for the fourth before they start celebrating. I’m on the porch eating pita chips and hummus and drinking white wine. I packed so many boxes today. I feel entitled to a break and to being self-indulgent.
Tomorrow, of course, will come with more self-indulgence. Cake, sandwiches, watermelon… More wine… I don’t know if I’ll actually do any packing tomorrow, but, realistically, I probably should.
Today’s thank you went to my mom, who has been doing a lot to help me with the move. And to my dad, for the same reason.