Moved!

Well kinda. I'm now in Utah (after surviving on about 10 hours of sleep all together in about 48--or more-- hours, packing in between the times I had sleep, and driving the rest of the time.) But my boxes are still all full, and only about half of them are actually inside the house.

I'm very thankful for friends. If I didn't have the help of my friend David and his fiancee, I honestly don't think we would have gotten out of the apartment when we did. That's not to say that they were the only ones helping, that's just saying that they were the ones that helped the most and were the most dedicated in helping. David was there (and for some of the time his Fiancee) both days we were doing the big moving things. The first day, he was there by noon helping me clean and continue to put things INTO the boxes to be moved before the actual moving things into the respective moving spots. His Fiancee (And her sister) came later and helped organize boxes so they were less crazy. The next day, when things weren't completely done, they came again and continued to help, and help and help. Both days David worked about 9 hours basically straight (which meant I worked about 12 hours straight... maybe a break or two for lunch or something like that) and the only complaint I heard from him was, "I'm gonna miss you."

Did I mention that he kept me the sanest? Or should I say kept me insane? Every time it looked like I was about to crack, I'd either get a hug (well for those of you who know me well, you know I don't usually give light hugs, so I got the near bone-crushing hugs in return from him, which are really the good stress relievers for me) or he'd crack a joke or something to keep me from strangling either boxes(or the things in the boxes that wouldn't fit properly) or people.

And I would write more, but my brain is still dead, and there are still boxes to save from the heat outside... did I mention it's hot out? It's very not cool. But I will survive! I'll just be slightly melted.