As in packing boxes, signing papers, fixing faucets, renting U-hauls, MOVING.
No more weekened trips to get rare* produce. (* Swiss Chard! Fingerling Potatoes!) No more lengthy intervals between me and Pei Wei Lettuce Wraps ( my new love.) Seriously, though, to everything (turn, turn, turn) there is a season and our time in Miami is just... no more. That's not to say we haven't met some great people, made lasting friendships, or that we won't miss it in any way. But, it is to say, we're moving on to a new place and energy in our lives... and working appliances.
I've been deprived of my oven for the past couple months ( our house's last ditch effort to suck us dry of funds and trap us here forever) so, not only do I get to relocate to the big city, I also get a sparkly new oven.
Maybe I'll finally get around to roasting some cornish game hens in the new one...
For now, I'm becoming quite the stove top gourmet while trying to use up odd ingredients in my pantry so I don't have to pack them. Also trying to clear out the freezer, which reminds me, if you've ever got five chicken thighs you need to use up, don't boil them. That's all I have to say about that.