So, I'm not sure if any of you are aware of this, but you should be: it's a fact, Princesses are not supposed to be involved in the heavy lifting part of moving.
And, as you all know well, I am a princess.
This was not, however, strictly adhered to yesterday.
Although I had Matt, who's in great shape, and his sister and her boyfriend drove up to help us, there was still a significant amount of lifting for me to do. Especially since our apartment is on the third floor of a townhouse-like building that has no elevator.
Therefore I did the only thing I could do: I spent as much time as possible upstairs in the air conditioning, organizing things. And amazingly, this was actually helpful. So I was encouraged to keep doing it.
And the apartment? It's darn cute. And in a little wooded, suburban area. And I don't hate it. And our furniture a) all fits and b) looks cute. Also. I know how to get to EVERYTHING that I could possibly want to get to. After less than 48 hours. I know, I know, I'm amazing. And Akron is small. So I'm not that amazing.(See? All my complaining worked. I got all my hate for Akron out before I moved here, and so now all I can be is mildly annoyed at it.
Matt and I are going to a wedding in Minnesota (and I'll get to see Brian while I'm there!) (And for those of you that don't know, Brian was my first ever boyfriend in college, and he's now directed a movie called Swerve. You can find out all about it on his blog and on the Swerve website. There's even a trailer up... He's so going to be famous.)
And when we come back on Sunday? I'll have internet at my apartment. So I'll actually start to post regularly again. And maybe even make up a new header for this darn thing. Because... wow. This one's been around for... 4 months? I'm so boring.