Because we can’t do anything in a normal, reasonable, planned sort of way, we are moving. Next weekend. We have to be out of here by the 27th. We just found out for sure today. Anyone with a history of reading this knows I hate moving. It causes me completely unfathomable, pointless stress. Indeed I rarely have stress dreams about school, missed exams, being naked or whatever. No, my stress dreams are almost always about moving. Bleh.
New place? So motherfucking awesome. It’s same house we live in now, just the MUCH bigger apartment in front. There’s some pictures here, although I should have taken some of the porch and the front of the house too. Maybe later.
Hmmm, looking at the pictures calmed me a bit, but I’m sure in a few minutes I will go back to completely freaking out about money (and packing and unpacking and everything). Should anyone win the lottery this week, please think of me when you’re deciding how to spend it! Ha, or I guess I’d have as much luck buying my own lottery ticket.