Moving sucks. You know that, I know that, even yellow dog knows that. I just want it to be over. In June half my furniture was moved. Then I had all my books and unused clothes and other shit boxed up, sitting in my room. Then I move that shit yesterday. That move should have happened Monday/Tuesday but it didn't so it ended up being Wednesday. But, the guy is still there. The guy is the previous tenant and also the co-worker of my roommate now. I was told and so believed that this guy had moved out this previous weekend. Like on Sunday. So today I moved just a little bit more. Still have my bed here, and of course, my computer. My awesome machine of power and magnitude. The light is at the end of the tunnel. Brew Fest is this weekend. Mighty Nice!
herbalmama:
Brew Fest? That sounds awesome. Moving DOES suck! Especially when you know you need to move in two weeks but you still don't know where you're going to live. 