Moving
I find few things as stressful and unpleasant as moving. I have done it so many times (we determined that I've now surpassed 20 moves, while Brian still hasn't broken into double digits yet), and I think I get worse at it every time. I just hate it so much. This time was just a temporary move, which means that not only did we have to move, but we will have to move BACK in so short a time there's no point in breaking down any boxes.
The apartment is crappier, too, despite being the same complex. It's the slightly smaller layout of the 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom floorplan, and urgh. There's about half a dozen weirdo things that are different in a really bad way. The view is total shit. I'm not going to enjoy myself for the time we spend here.
And I'm so exhausted I think I'm having some trouble breathing. I can't seem to get enough air.
The apartment is crappier, too, despite being the same complex. It's the slightly smaller layout of the 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom floorplan, and urgh. There's about half a dozen weirdo things that are different in a really bad way. The view is total shit. I'm not going to enjoy myself for the time we spend here.
And I'm so exhausted I think I'm having some trouble breathing. I can't seem to get enough air.