Packing break. Wine break. Same difference.
36 hours until this pile is in a new apartment.
While wrapping my wine glasses with loads of newspaper (so help me if those or my Christmas ornaments got broken), I found a bottle of champagne we were gifted for Ryan’s graduation. I am ready for a celebration, simply for celebration sake, and I don’t care if it’s blizzarding by Saturday…I am popping that bubbly and toasting on our brand new balcony.
Okay, back to it.