Moving Day!

 Thank the Goddess for Freshman Guy. A few weeks ago, he was in the room while I was freaking out about storing my stuff for the summer, since the new storage service is painfully expensive and I can't keep my stuff anywhere I can't walk to without it being a huge drama-tastic hassle. And out of totally nowhere he offered to keep my stuff in his room all summer instead - he's going to be doing bio research for most of the summer, and then I guess a drama intensive? This is insanely kind of him for any number of reasons, not the least of which is that he'll have to move my huge pile of heavy-ass books across campus twice all by himself. (OH GOD WHY DO I OWN SO MANY BOOKS WHY)

This is the first time I've gotten to the end of moving out day without being sore and exhausted and miserable. No getting up in the middle of the night to pack, no bruises all over my legs from dragging boxes around and dropping them on myself, no last-minute panicking over the half-dozen things that don't fit into any of my boxes. All I had to do was get everything boxed up and down the hall to Freshman Guy's room. I have a couple of things I have to bring over in the morning - I didn't want to sleep on a bare mattress tonight, and my fridge is still defrosting - but seriously, it was nice. 

So yeah, I made it pretty clear to him that he has a blanket invitation next year to come to the apartment so I can cook him whatever he wants me to. Hell, I may learn pastry this summer just so I can bake him a fucking pie. He's sure as hell earned it.