I'm M-M-M-Moving Out

Working too hard can give you a heart attack-yak-yak-yak-yak

A little Billy Joel anyone? Too early? Too late?

So when we arrived back to Boston on late Tuesday night slash early Wednesday morning it was a mad dash to the finish. And the finish line was Thursday morning when the movers were coming to haul our stuff off to new locations. Thats one day to prep. Luckily Suegene had lent a hand the week prior and made us put somethings in order, if it wasnt for that it would have been pandemonium. I cant believe I spelled that word right on the first try.

Thursday morning rolled around quickly and the movers were there at 8 a.m. wrapping, boxing, and moving our goods. We werent allowed to touch anything, which made me feel bad for about twenty minutes.

They arrive.

Julias bike. See you in Germany!

And theyre gone.

The remains. My parents came on Saturday and took my mirror to PA with them. I dont trust anyone with it. That used to hang in the foyer of the farm, my Mom-Mom gave it to me when she moved out.

Empty.



I'm going to miss that apartment, but luckily the part of this place that I have the fondest memories of is coming with me to Germany. And I love her very much.