It is almost here. Moving day is just within arm's reach.
I know this because I found this on our landing when I got home from work.
In case you're wondering, that's not where that stuff is supposed to be. I think the moving men forgot our phone number and so they didn't call us to come home and let them in. Instead they just left it in our stairwell for our neighbors to walk around.
So there it sits. Next to an open window. In a major rainstorm.
Now normally, my stubborn self would just let it sit there to make a point. However, even I know how absorbent cardboard is. I also know just how ridiculously humid this place is even when it's not raining.
Moisture + cardboard + dark storage container = vicious black mold that will eat all of my Twilight books.
Oh hell to the no.
I mustered up the motivation to nag my husband until he moved it all here:
It was a lot of work.
By the way, I'm totally kidding. I helped carry it up too. I'm not that sucky.
Now we wait. And organize. And determine just how much stuff actually fits in my suitcase.
2016 WY/MT Trip
8 months ago