moving

I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.

I helped a friend move today. It was fun - she did live on the second floor and moved to the third floor of a different apartment complex. Staairs. Boooks. Bed fraaames.

I like moving things one place to another, it's kind of like a fresh start. Even if it is down the road. I really enjoyed moving in to our first home. I enjoyed but at the same time felt sad leaving our first apartment - it was such a sentimental feeling. It was like, aww, we made spaghetti on that stove a hundred times over and it never got old. That's the window that overlooks the lake - that's where our pirate skull and bones shower curtain hung - that's where our futon used to be, until Heidi made me give it away because she hated it oh so much...

Our friend's apartment is super cute, it has a bunch more windows and looks bigger to me even though it's not. It had an elevator to the third floor THANK GOD. It's in a pretty nice part of town, although up here it seems like everything is really close by. That's what I like about this city.

Excuse me now but I have to go quarrel with Josh about how he is obsessed with running the dishwasher like ALL the time.