As most of you know, Scott and I decided to opt out of renewing our lease for another year on our amazing apartment. With my job ending soon, I just can’t predict where I’ll be or whether I can even afford anything. Scott was sad, as was I, but we both agreed it was for the best. I flew Dave up here to help out with the move, and boy am I glad I did. All my stuff is now in storage and I’m in the process of cleaning. Or should I say, I’m in the process of procrastinating my cleaning. My computer is the last thing I am breaking down. It will join me at my sister’s where we will undoubtedly get in the way and cause much stress on the wonderful sister bond. Which means my nights on her couch will be dispersed amongst nights on other people’s couches as well as my other sister’s place. So if you every hear me say, “Hey, why don’t you have a party. I’ll come. Can I crash there if I drink too much?” It really means, “hey I’m looking for a place to crash, let’s drink as an excuse.”
On a side note, people have been hounding me to show my hair. These pics don’t really show how much darker it seemed. But the comparison of before after should show you that in two months, it’s been a drastic change…and I like it.
First the Hair Pics (note my long hair was actually a couple inches longer than this when it was first cut off, but this is the most recent picture I could find):
And now for the move pics: I love the one of Dave with the dog because we were getting so sick and tired of people coming by wanting to see the aparment when we were in the middle of utter chaos and, of course, I can’t say no to people so when this girl stopped by with her dog, I said she could come on in and look. She promptly handed her dog off to Dave who suddenly went from moving helper to dog watcher. And that is precisely what his face is expressing. The other pics are us being silly (not sure what was on my butt) and the last picture of me and Scott on our porch before the final “separation.” 
