Never spend 2 days trapped in the same car/hotel room with my mother who is also sick. It's not a pretty sight.
On the upside, I found a place to live! It's in a small apartment complex, a 2 story (2nd and 3rd floor), 2br 2.5 bath with tons of windows. It's not my first choice, but hey, when you're moving to a retirement town there aren't exactly a lot of rentals.
So...now I have a list of stuff to do this next week, getting utilities turned on and stuff like that. Plus I have to write a research proposal. I hate my class. (2.5 months to go)
But mostly counting down...because I pick Rob up from the airport Sunday afternoon! *happy dance* and we start moving stuff a week from today. Well, Rob will be moving stuff. I will be "supervising" and unpacking. I'm a weakling, I wouldn't be any help attempting to lug heavy boxes up a flight of stairs.
Yuck, I hate having a to do list this long. Better get started.
