and so this is home.

Moving Weekend. Sounds simple, but its not. Carrying washer machines and dryers up stairs. Unpacking a zillion boxes. Realizing that your house just happens to not have a single ceiling light in any of the rooms that matter, and making 3 trips to get your house key cut correctly. Oh the joy. All I can say is once that landlord handed me the keys to our new aparment. I just stood there and hugged the wall. This is my very own place. I did it. I have finally become independent. Yes I have a roommate, but I feel as if I'll always have a roommate. Since I will be getting married one day you know? So this is it. This is my new start and I'm ready.