So for the last week or so I have been moving into my new place and let me tell you I do not want to move again until 1) I get married or 2) Jay and Kim kick me out. I never realized what a pain moving really is, although I should because this is the third residence I have lived in since I more to Fl in less than two years. Anyway, Jay and Kim, the couple I am living with are awesome people. They were 2 of the 10 that I went with to Ireland last October. I get along great with Kim, I'm still trying to figure out Jay. All in all I think it is a good fit. But today was the day I got to hand over the apartment keys once and for all. I'm not gonna lie it was kind of sad leaving for the last time. It was a great apartment in a great location it was just way to expensive.
It was really tough trying to fit a one bedroom apartment into a single room. So instead my stuff is scatter all around the house. There are now 4 couches in the living, a table along with a bunch of boxes in the garage, a dresser and coffee table in the spare bedroom and lets not even get started with my room (O and the crap full of stuff still in my car because I didn't even want to deal with it). It makes me want to throw up just looking at it. I just spent 2 hrs working on it and it doesn't look like I did anything. I will have to show pictures of before and after later. I should go to bed but I think I'm gonna work a little more on this room.
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