moving, just keep moving...

there are currently fifteen bags of trash sitting out front of my old apartment. that's more than 350 gallons.

that's right. i said my OLD apartment.

the floors are swept, the old furniture carted out, leo's car stuffed with all the items we're taking to the charity shop, my eighty million boxes carted over to the new apartment and even slightly unpacked.

special thanks go to my sister, who swept in from maine and is (in my opinion), singlehandedly responsible for me actually getting my apartment sorted out in any semblance of time; dom for putting up with me, making the apartment look so nice, dealing with all the annoying little things that come with a move and just generally being a everything a girl could hope for; biscuit and patchesboy for taking some furniture off my hands and giving me a very welcome respite with much giggling in the afternoon; leo for lending us his car; my roommate for helping me get the apartment cleaned up when she really hadn't spent enough time in the apartment to have ever actually contributed to the mess; and to the gate, for giving us somewhere to drink.

big love and kisses to everyone who offered to help and just called to check in and say hi on moving day--it was touch and go there for a while, but as i realized late this afternoon as i listened to my next door neighbor (you remember--the jazz guitarist?) practicing, everything's falling into place nicely.