I've finally truly entered moving hell. Up until now, it's just really been complaining.
But. We pack the U-Haul on Sunday and drive it away on Monday, so all those boxes that I've been pretending to pack? Actually need to get packed today. And tomorrow.
But at least I've got my packing friend back with me. Packing is always more fun with a friend. And more productive - you're unable to really screw around when someone else is there working with you.
I don't know how much blogging I'll be able to do until after the first. The next time you hear from me, I might have changed the name of this thing to The Pink Shoe: The Akron Chronicles. Or maybe The Pink Shoe: A Year in Ohio. Or The Pink Shoe: We're Big Fans of Rubber. Or something else that you might suggest.
(And. I promise that when we get back, things will be more fun. The first weekend in August we're headed to Minnesota for a wedding, which will be a blast, all of our friends from college will be there, and I can take all sorts of crazy pictures of our drunken debauchery and post them to the internet. And then, when we get back to Akron, I can take pictures of my new town, and we can have "Fabulous or Ghetto-Fabulous?" contests.)