One more day of moving down.

Luckily, I am down to a very minimum amout of stuff to get out of the main apartment. I even started working on the garage today. Surprisingly, there seems to actually be less junk than I thought. I mean, don't get me wrong, there is a ton of shit...but alot is half empty boxes, things I haphazardly took from the last place in our moving haste, and/or things I just absolutely have no need for. I have 2 or 3 big rubbermaid totes full of FuManSkeeto clothes. I mean seriously, WTF did I have that much of that shit for to begin with and why am I still hording it? The answer is, I'm not still hording it, because like alot of other things, it's all getting tossed.

Are you tired of hearing about me moving and all the shit I am throwing away? LOL...I can't help it, it's sort of consuming my life right now. But every day down is one day closer to that final day when I can just breath and lay back in my beautiful new place and think, 'Well, you made it through that too.'