Moving to New Zealand : But Not yet

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My life has become fairly discombobulated over the past few weeks,  and today I gave in to my addiction.

I confess.  I am compelled to move the furniture every few weeks.  I have moved the dining room to the back porch and the back porch to a guest room. If I could pry my cooktop off its base I would move it to the bathroom so I could cook while bathing. Continue reading