We are moving to our new apartment tomorroooooow! ENDLICH.
No more child-sized bed.
No more fifth floor walk-up.
No more bathroom in the kitchen.
No more world's most uncomfortable couches.
Finally, our own things in our own home. But first, we've got to move our junk.
Turning off The Devil Wears Prada, dog. Time to pack.
Let's get organized, organized!
How on earth did our stuff multiply this much in three weeks?
Diet Coke and fro-yo. Absolutely necessary packing tools.
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