The big move is OVER!
All of our junk crap valuables stuff was shoved into a UHaul and taken off to the wonderful paradise of:
…my fiancé’s mom’s home.
(Note: I think if this blog post were a horror movie, NOW would be the time where someone important would cue scary music.)
It’s the first move, and it’s not permanent. Our lease expired June 30th (The apartment complex wouldn’t allow us to add one more month…ugh!) and the new place we’ll be getting won’t be ready until mid-July/August 1st. So, with an extra month between leases, we’ll be keeping good ‘ole MIL company.
It’s not all that bad I suppose. I mean, I definitely don’t mind sharing a twin bed with Mike. Cozy, right? And the lack of privacy? That’s nothing! Just because we’re sharing a room with Mike’s twin brother and his girlfriend doesn’t mean we won’t get alone time! Of course, I never mind if his mother decides to come in the room right after I drift off to sleep and try to discuss things with me. Ask me a million times if I mind that the next month of my life will be spent wondering which random person put what random possession of mine where. I betcha I’ll tell you I don’t mind at all. Oh, and if the MIL ends up taking my luggage on a biking trip, using all my shampoo and conditioner, and nabbing a few of my shirts in the process…
I’ll just love it.
P.S. I do hope you’re all getting to know me well enough to notice this post was dripping with sarcasm. For those who didn’t notice, check your feet. There may be a puddle of dripped sarcasm by your feet.
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