Can I just say that I hate moving. I hate everything about it. The only redeeming quality is the joy of decorating a new place. In 9 short days I will be moving into what will be James' and I's apartment. We're renting a UHaul and going to do the move ourself because we're poor :( But it'll all come together. In the meantime, between still finalizing various wedding details, I'm packing my life in Jeffersonville into boxes. Currently the count is at 5 boxes containing all my seminary textbooks, picture frames, and trinkets from overseas.
In non-moving news, I'm only 3 episodes away from being completely caught up on my LOST addiction. It really is a sickness, but I'm hooked and well it's just sooo good!