Moving Out

Last weekend I moved out of my apartment. Well, I moved my stuff out of my apartment. I'm still sleeping there, on a twin-sized bed that belonged to Erin and me when we were wee lasses. Most of my stuff is now sitting in my house basement, or at Mikes. I'm just glad it all fits. (And once I start unpacking, my shelving (which currently holds boxes) will be mostly empty, and I can go back to pretending it's barracks.)

Oh, I also bought a sofa this past week. It's AWESOME! (Disregard the awful pillows...those will be recovered.)