7.
It took so long to put everything in the moving truck. By the time we were done, it was 1 in the morning. We were all too tired to drive to the new house.
So we took our blankets and pillows and made pallets on the floor. We just slept there on the floor of our old bedroom that night.
Final night in this dump and I don’t think I’ve ever had a better rest. I woke up the next day feeling like I had a million caffeine shots.
Major energy, just ready to leave this dump in the past.
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