Moving Day

So today I helped move Kathryn (Celeste’s now former roommate) to a new place, Celeste to our new place (where she will be living starting immediately) and 2/3 of my stuff to our new place. We rented a U-Haul truck, which would have been ideal had not it gotten a flat tire after we had dropped everything off and were going to take some stuff to Goodwill, waited 2 hours for the guy to show up and fix it, then got to Goodwill, where the guy was not responsible for them not legally allowed to take some of the stuff we had but was responsible for being as unhelpful as he could about it. But anyways. My furniture is there, mostly, I will be sleeping on the couch for a week. Yay.

Giving Thanks, Only Really Late

So, I was going to post about Thanksgiving. I had taken pictures, so I was going to wait until I had those uploaded. Then I remembered that I don’t actually know how to upload pics from my camera to my computer, even though I have done it before. So I kept putting it off, but now better late than never.

So Wednesday Catherine and her boyfriend Matt came down from Philly via train, I picked them up. On Thursday they made pie, and I attempted to make fruit salad, the recipe my mother had made every Thanksgiving and Christmas for as long as I can remember. This is when I learned that whipped cream and butter differ quantitatively, not qualitatively. Still, the fruit salad came out great. We went out to Falls Church, to a house in which Celeste and Corinna were dogsitting, there were about a dozen or so of us. Much food was eaten.

Friday, I took Cath and Matt back to the train station. Saturday, I helped Kathryn, an old roommate of Celeste and Corinna from BYU-Idaho, move in with them again. I guess they are creating BYU-Idaho East out here or something. This weekend, Celeste and Corinna took the bus up to NYC for the lights and whatnot that I guess they do up here. I guess it is now truly Christmas time . . .

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.