Moving Stinks!!

You can call me an adult... officially, officially. I am married, I am 30, and I am now a homeowner. (Yes brother, I know what escrow means.)

The saga of closing day was intense and I will explain it the best way I can at a later time. I have a full day of work to catch up. Just know this: moving stinks and I don't want to do it anymore. (Insert temper tantrum here...a very adult temper tantrum).