...two and a half months, if that.
I was reading an older blog. All bright eyed and bushy tailed to move to New York. We came, we saw, we're ready to leave.
Being in med school you move. A LOT. I am sure its nothing compared to living life in the military, but this may come second to the most nomadic lifestyle. Ok third, to nomads.
We have been here since January. January 17th to be exact and we have accumulated. Again. We moved out her with four big boxes, which once you spread it out does not amount to much. So we went shopping and therefore managed to fill the apartment with furniture. BIG furniture. Furniture that will have to be moved in a few months to yet another apartment where we will live for approximately 6 weeks, only have to move AGAIN somewhere down South. Mailing address? Oh who knows...
Beau and I are not this type of person. People have told me how they wished they were in our shoes. But the soles are wearing thin and we are ready to take them off and dig our toes into grass in our own back yard, or in the deep pile of the carpet in our own living room. Somewhere, anywhere...anywhere that allows us to have mail go directly there rather than forwarded. Somewhere where we can say: "oh come on down whenever" and actually mean it because we know for sure that we'll be living there for longer than 6 months at a time.
Tired of being a gypsy nomad...we just want to come home!