Not to be a killjoy, but I hate moving.
I’m over it.
And though the apartment has its share of redeeming qualities, I miss the house already.
And I want a nap, pronto, because apparently I am incapable of sleeping in the new apartment and within 5 minutes of living here it gave Ted a wicked cold. Awesome.
Leaving the house behind has been much harder than I ever thought it would be.
I guess I am kind of a killjoy.
Too bad.
