I'm in my apartment, my internet hookup has arrived, and I've found my laptop and accessories in the mass of boxes.
So here I am, back in the blogosphere.
Frankly, I'm exhausted. Between dragging my stuff up, shoving it around my little studio apartment, and putting stuff away, it's a little much. That my apartment isn't perfectly organized yet is bugging me to death. I don't like it. My floors are still dusty, but I had to move everything in before I could wipe things up. At the end of the day, my feet end up grey-black.
I want to wave my magic wand and yell "Reparo!" but I don't think that will work.
I'm almost too tired to think coherently. Even once I get my stuff unpacked, I have to keep plugging away at my class. Yikes. The date keeps getting closer and closer and I keep sinking deeper and deeper into denial that this is really happening.
So instead of moaning and despairing all selfish and such, I'm going to leave ya'll with some photos of the move.
Aria in her traveling tent
The Moving Truck
Self-Portrait (on the road)
I have a couple more pictures, but I'm getting really bored of uploading. Besides, dinner needs cooking and there's much more to tell. And tell it I shall, as soon as I am fed and have a working brain.