Whew! My ass is killing me!!!!!!!!!! Third floor living is going to be a workout! I have done it before, but I guess I forgot how many stairs were involved. After 98234698238742398 trips up and down the stairs this weekend, my legs feel amazing. I bet I look fan-freakin-tastic! hehe
So, yes, I am all moved in. And by all moved in I mean my family hangs pictures, drapes, puts up knick-knacks....it basically looks like I have lived there my whole life. AKA: Home Sweet Home from night one. It's the way we do it. Does it make the weekend long, exhausting, and completely overwhelming...yes. Is it worth it...yes. Last night was the first night I left the house, went out somewhere and then returned to my "home" (not back with my parents...it was actually sad, I forgot to say good-bye to them when we left my sisters because I thought I would see them at home forgetting that I don't live there anymore...but I'm getting sidetracked). I returned to my new home. I threw on some sweats (AKA: sweatshirt and took off my pants, yes, we all know I hate pants), grabbed a glass of Nuva (thank you Meredith), and sat in front of the fireplace (compliments of Pammy and Bill). It felt like home. It was quiet and yes, lonely, but all in all it felt like home.
So, after all the craziness of the weekend, after the super sexy mover (hehehe), and after all the work and stress, here's to me proving that I can do it on my own, moving on, picking up the pieces, and starting a new chapter.
Come over whenever you want, guests are always welcome =)
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