After working in the old apartment till 12:30 last night, I went over this morning, gathered the last remnants of our possessions and brought them to our house. The move out of the apartment is finally over.
I have decided that if I never have to move all of our stuff up and down a flight of stairs, it will be too soon. Guess that means we’re stuck in Johnson City. Sorry, Evansville. You’ll have to find someone else to plant a church there cause we ain’t movin’!
OK, that might be a little extreme. That’s just what my body is telling me right now. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I had. That’s not good, since I have two projects to complete by Wednesday. Such is the life of a student, I guess.
Not the move in begins. Boxes are all over the place. It’s going to be like Christmas in July in April – or something like that.