I think moving is just about the worst thing in the world. The only thing I've done that's more painful is trying to watch the second season of "Lost."
On Friday night, after cleaning for seven straight hours, we finally got to bed at 2:00 AM. Rather than falling asleep soundlessly, I coughed and wheezed for two straight hours because of all the ammonia I sucked in. After finally falling asleep, my alarm went off. I guess I can't complain too much since other people carried all the heavy stuff to the truck while I finished cleaning. Although I think the emotional distress I experienced watching EJ and my little brother carry my piano to the truck and praying they didn't hurt it was even harder than actually having to carry the piano to the truck. Then I sat in the corner of my empty, sterile apartment and cried because life as I knew it would never be the same. I stopped crying when I remembered the mold and the Satan centipedes that infested the apartment, but I started crying again when I realized EJ was not the least bit sentimental about leaving our very first home. Then last night I cried yet again because the Walmart right by our new apartment is scarier than downtown Detroit and the two closest Little Caesars Pizza's shut down.
But the good news is I haven't had to make dinner for five days and I have a good excuse for eating this 19 Piece Assortment of delicious looking chocolate, which any employee would love to receive as a holiday gift.
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