By far, the very best part of our new house is the garage. I can't even express how satisfying it is to drive along at 6:15 in the morning and see all the frost-encrusted cars, secure in the knowledge that I am no longer a participant in the car-scraping game.
The worst part is moving. I hate unpacking. This morning I found twenty thank-you notes from our wedding that we never unpacked (or sent) after we moved into our last place. This has done absolutely nothing to endear unpacking to me. If you were one of those twenty people, I'm really, really sorry. And thanks for the gift.
