moving: post-move

The last week has just flown by entirely too quickly.  I've been living in an apartment with my boyfriend for four days now, and we're getting along fantastically (well, we definitely will be by the time this apartment is cleaned up!) and everything is pretty great.  It's awesome to be able to sleep next to someone you love every single night, you know?  Waking up in the morning next to him, being able to smell him, touch him, whenever I want to... it's like a whole new world.  I can't even describe it really.  I'm so fascinated and I'm so excited.  I really feel like he is "the one" (if there is such a thing) and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

So moving.  Ugh, moving.  Moving was... painful, in a way.  I'm proud of myself for not really crying in front of much of anyone.  It took about two hours to get all my stuff packed (and man I wish I'd gotten a picture).  We ended up having to take three vehicles - my car, my dad's car, and my uncle's truck to move the big furniture.  We covered all of the furniture with a tarp, because there was a 60% chance of rain, and ya know, mattresses and mildew are mortal enemies.  Well, the tarp was what gave us the most damn issues.  We left around 3pm this past Saturday, and not thirty minutes later, we're pulled over on the side of the road to fix the stupid tarp, because it has decided to almost blow off of everything!  Great!

As a side note, where my dad and I pulled over to, there was an extremely awesome beaver dam.  I'm such a nerd, and I got all excited because OMG I've never been this close to a beaver dam before!

It was great.  Finally we got back on the road and another thirty minutes went by before we stopped, yet again, to fix the stupid tarp.  I shrugged and thought to myself "Well, at least we're halfway there now."  Thankfully there weren't anymore stops between the halfway point and my apartment!  Yay apartment!  All of my stuff got unloaded in less than an hour, which is great.  But no unpacking happened haha so that wasn't so great.

Then my family and I went to eat dinner at El Cerro (which is a wonderful mexican restaurant, if you've ever considered eating there) and it was getting really late.  We came back to my apartment to say a final farewell (well, not really final, but you understand, right?) and I was proud of myself for, yet again, not crying!  It was quite an experience, and it still is one.

I'm still adjusting to not having my mommy around 24/7.  I miss being able to walk out of my room (or drive across town) and she's right there.  I know she's just a phone call away, but there's just something about being right there with my mommy.  I'm such a mommy's girl, and no one would ever be able to tell me any different.

On a different note, it's pouring rain outside, and I'm making a huge face.  I think I'm going to grab some lunch and cuddle with my sweetie before he goes out to work.

Don't miss my next update!  All about Saint Patricks day, and anticipation for my upcoming 21st!