This weekend, I'm moving in with my Boo in Williamsburg!
I am so excited to live in the same space and do fun things like buy His & Her aprons :)
I am also incredibly exhausted. Even though I have a pretty spartan apartment, I was shocked to discover how much crap was hiding in my closets and shelves. TWO Foreman grills? Jesus Christ. I think I spent more time throwing out stuff than packing. And most of the garbage consisted of staples of the South Beach Diet!
I don't know how I would've done all this without P. Well, I guess I wouldn't even be moving in the first place. But he has been a savior. He has packed boxes. Lifted heavy furniture. Given me massages without even needing me to ask him for a massage. And yesterday he even brought over Artichoke pizza and a six pack.
I think I'm going to really enjoy living with him. Especially if he continues to bring over pizza and beer. Thank you, please!