just wanted to let you know

that I hate moving more than anything in this world. And it's not me that's moving, it's Tyler. But we still had a few (or so I thought) things left at the apartment. Chance and I made THREE trips this afternoon to our house with carloads of JUNK that I just can't seem to part with yet. Mostly old papers and keepsakes that need to be looked through before trashing. So now my clutter-free happy place is wall-to-wall buckets of... oh, what does it matter. My house is closing in on me and I'm thinking I need to sign up for garbage service now so I don't have to put any of it back in the car.