I am happy to be miserable.
I haven't been able to blog in nearly two months.
The trip to Banff was the most consecutive nights we have spent in one place since the end of the semester.
I have hardly bought any fresh fruit or vegetables in the last two months.
My furniture is either in boxes, covered with boxes, or made of boxes.
I have many, many, things I should be writing.
My printer is on the kitchen counter, because that is the only 3-prong outlet I can find.
I have been bitten by every spider in West Lafayette. And the bites itch.
And I am happy.
This is one reason why.
And this is another.
Aaron and I are married. And we have a home, a home in which we will live, together. It was a beautiful wedding, and it's a beautiful home, in a beautiful neighborhood, with beautiful streets for walking the dogs.
I should try to post more to catch up, but that covers the important parts.