When we got into the apartment in Juiz de Fora, it felt like home. It was big enough, and not too weird. We moved right in. Then this morning, after just three nights, we moved right back out again. We are getting tired of all the moving. Besides the packing, unpacking and endless trips to the car, there is just a lot of complication. Getting to a new place may offer bad roads, tight parking or unintuitive check ins. Today, we got to the cute little town of Tiradentes and couldn't find our spot. We figured it out but it's was a hassle, and hot, and we both had to pee. Once we get inside our new home, we never know where anything is or what we have to work with. The nicest place didn't have a knife or cutting board, the worst place didn't have a top sheet for the bed. We often have but can't count on things like toasters and bowls and by the time we can reliably find the toilet paper in the middle of the night, we are on our way again. We are having fun traveling around, but still, we are going to dial it back a notch and try to chill a little longer in each place.
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