All our stuff is in the new place and we've managed to setup the couch, the table and chairs on the balcony, and most of the kitchen so far. Oh, and the bed too. That's pretty important I suppose.
I think we're going to like it here once we get things arranged properly. I'm looking forward to getting rid of all these damn boxes, that's for sure.
Anyway, in a rather unrelated note, today's prompt for your four line poem is: forest fire.
Because of this.
The maple tree watched the fire's approach,
With interest more than mild;
"This could be trouble," he thought sadly,
"For this one's surely wild."