I have moved seven times in as many years. I can definitively say that moving…sucks. The feat I am going to attempt tomorrow will begin at 8am. It will include heavy lifting, yelling at my unorganized roomates and general stress on several levels. I am truly excited.

I’ve noticed that I am going grey. I can only imagine that the last week-and-a-half (which has included finding a new apartment, doing repairs on old apartment and paying for new apartment) will soon make me look older. Maybe in a good way, like Richard Gere or something.

Luckily, I have not let this debacle get in the way of watching Project Runway, which is just FABULOUS.

I enjoy hesitating, but tomorrow will be a day of doing or dying. Tomorrow I conquer, dragging my roomates kicking and screaming if I have to. For I will not be held back, nor will I accept anything but my full deposit back from my Polish landlord (who kicked us out of the old apartment…whole other headache).

Recognize