I had a dream. Someone called me and told me “You are hired.” I was jumping happily until this person said, “so, you need to move here by the end of March.” No, I don´t mind, I certainly would not mind moving. But can you imagine, move to a different town in less than two weeks? In my mind, that of the dream, I made a list of eeeeeverything we have: books, shoes, clothes, books, camping stuff, bikes, Son, furniture, books, books. Cat.
I have lived in five different places since I moved to El Paso in 2010. Moving is not what I love the most, but when you dream about a job, moving is just that horrible thing that, at the end, works out just perfectly well.