Sweet baby Jesus, I hate moving.
I am currently regretting my decision to move to northern Alabama.
In the summer.
In the heat.
And flying.
I am trying to fit all of my possessions into three checked bags plus two carry-ons. I've been getting rid of carloads of stuff the past few weeks. I thought I would be good to go. I really don't know who I was kidding. I've already got two bags packed and I haven't even made a dent in all of the stuff I set aside to bring with me.
It's going to be a long four days!
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