Moving is not for the faint of heart. In the span of our marriage we are on our eighth address. We’re averaging less than two years at any given address. Four of those moves have been while I was pregnant. That’s a lot of moving. And it’s hard, I’m not gonna lie to you. Not just in terms of packing and housing and all those pesky details to work out, but emotionally. And since we just moved a distance of 1300 miles last week, I can say this with a fair amount of authority. But let me tell you something that dawned on me this time around. All because of vacuuming.

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