Well, I'm home. And exhausted from all the packing, moving, driving, unpacking... and for getting three hours of sleep before all of it. Which means all my stuff is just sitting in the dining room until I get the motivation to drag it upstairs and sort through it all. Which actually, probably won't happen. Last summer I left half my stuff packed, knowing in three months I'll be dragging it all back. Which sounds like a long time, but when you considered how much I hate packing... no, seriously, I HATE packing. I do too much of it every weekend for speech. I'm so over it.
It is nice to have a whole house to wander about though. And no roommat