Some nights I will plop into my favorite chair after an exhausting day, having just put all the kids to bed, and my phone will ring. It is usually a good friend calling after her kids are put to bed as well.
I love friends like that.
This particular friend lives a couple states away, and we can chat until we take AT&T's network down. (if we don't have at least two dropped calls, it hasn't been a proper conversation)
Me: I'm tired of house hunting. It sucks.
Her: So you're still moving, huh?
Me: Yep. At some point.
Her: Do you have a date/place to move TO?
Me: Not really.
Her: Have you started packing?
Me: No. Not one bit.
Her: Then you aren't moving, are you?
Me: You got me there.
She can really put me in my place. Browsing homes on my computer does not a move make. Time to get serious... and start boxing crap up.