Moving on

Yesterday the packers came and put everything into boxes that make me giggle with their curiously spelled labels and shower of possessive apostrophes. "hat's" "clothe's" "toy's". "sihygn's". I think that's for signs. Most of them also have variations of the wrong last name, but I'm optimistic that we'll all end up together in Florida.
Last night we stayed up hours past bedtime petting animals and winning a pink Teddy bear at the county fair, camped out in the house among the "city of boxes", and woke up EARLY to the sunshine pouring in through curtainless windows. J has gone for coffee.
Soon the moving truck will come take everything away, and we'll be off on an adventure.
I can't wait!