Have I mentioned lately that I really REALLY want a massage? A 1-hour hot stone massage would do my body so much good right now! Seriously - packing, moving, unpacking, cleaning. I am exhausted. It feels good. It is a great kind of exhaustion. I am also a little bummed. This is it, this is the last day. I am moving my living room furniture, finally. I had left it at the apartment so my roommates could use it until they were finished packing and moving. I was not in a rush to get it here, Tween and I had two chairs we had been using to relax and watch tv in for the last couple of weeks. We also had our beds here already, so the living room furniture was not imperative to us.
I think as ready as all of us are to have our own spaces … we’re also all a little sad about moving away. I am farther than the other two roommates - they still live in town. I moved to the next town over, which puts me five minutes (WOOT!) from BFF, but 30-40 minutes from my roommate siblings. I am feeling weepy. Ok, I need to catch a few hours of zz’s, because I have a long day ahead of me. I have SUPER heavy furniture, and it needs to be brought up three fights of stairs!!
