It’s moving day tomorrow. I swore last time I moved that we were NOT moving again until I left Ames.
BUT, here I am. Moving again. And I’ll be moving again in December when my soon-to-be-temporary roommate’s real roommate moves back into his apartment.
Hopefully December’s move will be where I stay planted for a few years. C’mon perfect place. You’re out there somewhere. Or anybody interested in letting me couch surf for a few months on the cheap?
But, until then, let’s revisit the last time that I moved: i.e. the time we drove across the state to get a
semi UHaul to move our stuff while the our roommate and friend moved our stuff into the parking lot.
I’m guessing this move will go a lot smoother than last time.
Anybody have a particularly horrendous moving story? Do tell!