My apartment is slowly accumulating more and more of Lam’s boxes. I’ve decided this week that I am ok with the physical aspects of moving, it is the clutter that stresses me out. I have my “pre-move-out inspection” on Friday morning. Things I can’t believe:
1. That I am moving (again) in two weeks.
2. That I will be moving (again) in six months.
3. That I am moving in with my boyfriend who I adore most in this world.

When I got home on Monday night from the gym Lam was waiting at home for me which was nice in and of itself - I love coming home and having him there. But what is even better, was that while cooking dinner, I noticed he had unloaded my dishwasher and loaded it with dirty dishes. He didn’t point it out or make a big deal that he had done those things…he just let me figure it out for myself. This is just one of the many qualities I love about him.

The packing, purging, and reminiscing has begun as of today. I spent the majority of the day putting various personal items into storage bins, donation piles, and trash bags. I am sure that not a single person out there enjoys moving, but I think it is particular hard when you know in six months you will be doing it all over again.

Winemonkey and I celebrated our 4 year aniversary last night.

I’ve been with him only a few month’s longer than I have had my iPod.

Dear Travel Coffee Mug -

I know that you are not leak proof. I don’t ask that you be. Except when I place you upright in my school bag. You should NEVER leak in my school bag. Maybe I had taken you for granted. All of those times that you held that mouth-full of cold day old coffee inside while I schlept you back to my car in my bag. I can’t help that I can’t drink that last gulp of coffee. And you have always contained that last gulp until I got into my house and rinsed you out.

But this time, you spilled. And now 18 students are getting back coffee stained lab reports. Which is ironic, because I usually grade papers while drinking red wine and I am always afraid that I will get red wine on the labs.

Better to appear a caffeine addict than an alcoholic.

In the long run, Mr. Coffee Mug, I will still use you. But you will not get to travel safely in the confines of my school bag.

Sincerely,

Your addicted owner