moving again?

It has become increasingly apparent that we are not going to fit in this apartment when the furniture from our house in Northwest Arkansas arrives in a couple of weeks. We have been trying to make the best of it by checking out places to sell and give away things. I was even going to give up the bedroom suite, which I really love, but would never fit.

Today the Mister went to ask the apartment manager if he knew of a place to sell furniture on consignment. No, he said, but I have a bigger apartment for you.

So, we are going to move again, to the twenty-fifth floor.

I think I am relieved.