Not only am I moving across the country, but my current work is moving too; across the city that is. Between the packing tape, boxes and permenant markers at my job, when I get home at night I want nothing more than for all the cardboard boxes to have disappeared from my tiny studio apartment. But they haven’t.
Alex and I have been packing feverishly the past couple of days and I seriously want nothing more to do with it. Alex owns his condo and has lived there for six years; me on the other hand, has been renting for the past few years so I’ve slimmed doing my belongings. But I still have more than I’d like. Goodwill here we come!