On my drive home from my latest carload drop-off at the new place, I went through all of the times I have moved in the past few years and realized- it's been a whole freakin' lot.
Let's start with August 2005. Melanie goes to college. I live in Clothier Hall until May 2006 and then move home to East Windsor. In August 2006, I move into Hardenberg Hall until May 2007. Again, I am forced to move home because I had ACL reconstruction that summer. As soon as I can walk again that July, I'm out again and into a house on Senior Street. In May 2008, I move out and into a room that might as well have been a closet in the girls' rugby house. I lived out of a suitcase and had a twin mattress on the floor. Two months later, I packed as much as I could fit into two suitcases and went to Australia for five months. This was the part of my life where I needed to get away from everything and everyone and go as far away as possible. So I did. I came home from Australia in December 2008. I moved back into the girls' rugby house, living on a couch for the first month. In January 2009 I moved back into the same closet of a room. In May I moved to Hale Street with a couple of friends. Two months later I decided I was packing up everything I could fit into my car and to drive 1500 miles to Texas in the name of love. I lived in an apartment in Killeen with Shane and his friend Nick, until Nick got booted from the Army that November. Shane got his deployment orders, I decided I'd stay in Texas, and I moved to another apartment in Killeen with a friend in January 2010 right before Shane left for Afghanistan. On top of all that, two years ago my family moved from my childhood home to weirdo Pennsylvania.
Which brings me to now. Moving once again. If I counted correctly, that makes this the 12th move I have made in the past five years. I think that is more than average for your everyday twenty-something year old. This time though, I am moving for two to a place I will be for the next year- the longest I will have been anywhere in the past half a decade. I am more than ready and beyond excited for Shane to get back and for us to live out our cute little life in our cute little apartment.
I have everything almost done. In the past four days, I've taken care of moving everything but my bed (happening Saturday!), setting up a delivery date for my living room (Sunday!), taking care of switching over my cable, getting electric, renter's insurance, and buying lots of stuff we need. This is the part where I wish I was a married lady who actually had a bridal registry, because quite frankly, this shit's expensive. Oh, which brings me to my final point. This 12th and final move for at least the next year has been done without the financial help of anyone- we Gardiners are strongly and proudly standing on our own two (four?) feet and that makes me happy.
Oy vey. Must. Get. Sleep.
love this post.
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