Moving stinks. This is our 3rd move in the last year. You would think I would be a pro at it now. It is a lot of work though. A lot. You never realize how much stuff you have until you have to drag all of it to your car/truck and lug it to a new place and then unload it. I can tell you one positive of moving every six months: You keep cleaning out junk. We keep a running bag of give away stuff, which helps a lot. So we took one load of stuff today to the new apt. and unloaded it. We have been able to borrow the SUV from the family I nanny for and have it loaded up for tomorrows trip. All of this moving is in the midst of Michael's greek, which he has a test on Friday (yes, the day before we move...) and I am at work every day too (meaning 5 a.m. alarm...) I am not stressed. I am not stressed. I am not stressed.
I am going to miss this place we are living now. There are so many cool things about living in the city. We are walking distance to so many things like a grocery store, places to eat, a pizza place, parks, ect. We really have enjoyed being able to walk over to the park or down to another park that has a cute little candy shop beside it. The neighborhood is awesome too. It has been a fun little area to live. But,
*It doesn't have AC
*It requires driving both cars to campus 5 days a week.
When we move, I can literally walk faster to work than drive. Michael can walk to class. I can go over to our place during the day easily. For instance, I can go over if I forget to put laundry in the dryer or get dinner out of the freezer. Poor Michael gets a text at least once every morning from me asking him to bring something over that I forgot, or get meat out of the freezer or do some laundry. I am looking foward to being on campus for so many reasons. I am just ready to be done with the moving part.