Well, there comes a time in every man’s life when he must pack up all his crap and move. Let’s just say that this sucks. Every one knows what I am talking about here. First you have to box up your stuff. This his were you realize that your mental projections of how much stuff you have was ridiculously short of reality. There are things like bathroom supplies and cleaning stuff and your clothes. Snowboards, electronics, furniture… Then you need a way to move it. In our case, an old purple power stroke that was resurrected after being dead for over two years to just barely make the move and then died again. Then you have to carry all you of your garbage in and out, out and in. Just a note, this is a bad time to fall out of a tree, which I did, and injure your lower back. This makes moving just that much worse. There is more to the story of course. After you move you things into the new apartment, it’s a long ordeal to place them in their respective areas. And then you find that BYU housing is OLD and CRAPPY and only provides one cable outlet by way of internet. Than you have to clean your old apartment. All of this can make life a drag for a few weeks. But hey, at least Now our house has less spiders.
Anyway, I work all the time, I dance on my spare time with Malu. That’s all I got.
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Yes, moving is MISERABLE, and as you reminded me the other day, you have been there for a majority of my moves. We are still not quite unpacked from our move in April. And I still have boxes at the padres... would that ma and pa could resurrect the Stroker once more.
I think falling out of a tree ALMOST tops the move where I was homeless for a week, my battery in my car died, I slept in three different places in that week and I got in a car accident. I will never move again.
I once moved an entire casa capilla worth of stuff from desaguadero riding in the back of a truck for 3 hours making sure it didn't fall out. Top that.
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