I am Moved . . . to Tears

So, the move went okay on Saturday. I had to rent a van for the larger stuff, but no big deal. (Alright, yes it WAS a big deal, I kept getting lost and stuff trying to pick it up. Don’t rent from the airport if you don’t have to.) I am moved in and mostly unpacked, and my room is a lot smaller but that’s okay. It is of course a complete coincidence that my new place is in the same apartment complex as my girlfriend’s. That just happened to be the best place that was open.

In other news, happy first decade to my sister Molly!

I am Moving . . . Again

So, as (again), a handful of people might know, about a month ago I moved from the place I had spent nearly 2 years. I was living with a friend from the ward and his family, but I always intended it to be temporary. I found a place with someone from the ward. By astonishing coincidence, this place happens to be in the same complex as Celeste.

To my family: now that I have a blog, I will be updating you on the major events of my life here, rather than in comments on other people’s blogs.