I'm excited about my upcoming move, really I am, so allow me the indulgence of whining about it for a post.
When the Boy and I agreed to live together, it was all roses and excitement about upcoming trips to Ikea and the Container Store and romantic picnics in the yard. Fast Forward to now:
Packing, organizing, changing prescriptions across state lines, getting a NJ drivers license, needing proof of address when you don't have a lease or utility bill, changing magazine subscriptions to the wrong new address and having to change them AGAIN and oh did I mention the packing?
Also the telling of my parents, which will require a whole post of its own...you know, when I actually get up the courage to you know...do it.