Five days of nonstop moving, up and down 1.5 flights of stairs over 9000 times, driving 20 miles back and forth between my apartment and my parents' house, unloading shit, driving back, packing more shit, more stairs aaa

My right lower leg is KILLING ME, it's so bad I've been hobbling around like a 90 year old man.

BUT... we did it, with the help of some immediate family members, we got all my shit, everything's here, and the room I'm staying in is larger than some studio apartments.

I really wasn't ready to leave that apartment... I lived there for six years, it was my home, I loved being there... but the time has come, and now here I am. Not sure what the next step in my life is going to be...

At least now I don't have a $900 rent bill looming every month.