n-n-n-nineteen

I just calculated that when I move house tomorrow it will be the 19th place I’ve lived in during this short 33 years of lifespan completed.
I got overzealous with the packing and so am eating ice-cream with a knife instead of a spoon. I guess it’s not that bad. The plan was to have toast for breakfast tomorrow before the guy with the truck shoes up at 9, but I packed the toaster so a sandwich will suffice.
Geographically it’s not that far away but the joint is significantly roomier. It shall be dubbed Pacific Palisades — got a nice ring don’t you think?