My Toes Are Giddy With Anticipation

Moving is like finals. No matter how much prep you attempt to do, it is always a last-minute, late-night cram job. I've been stressing for the last week, trying each night after work and during the weekend to organize and pack as much as I could. Little by little, I was starting to see signs of progress. But tonight, with Raj's help, I have finally seen the apartment begin to transform from my home into an emptyish blank-walled space in transition.

Despite the progress, it's still a certifiable disaster area. It's filled with boxes, odds and ends for which I have not yet managed to find homes, and dust bunnies the size of Godzilla lurking defiantly in the corners. In less than 48 hours I will be DONE moving into Raj's apartment. Thank God.

Granted, I will be in the midst of unpacking craziness, but that will be so much better than the packing, cleaning and lifting that has to be done in order to get all of my stuff into Raj's place. Tomorrow, I need to wake up, get an enormous cup of coffee, finish packing, and then head across town to pick up the truck and start my day of lifting boxes.

Currently, I am living for the pedicure, manicure, and massage that I plan to have on Saturday while Raj is watching the Final Four games. Here are some of my pictures of inspiration. I. Can. Not. Wait. A splurge, pampering, relaxation, and some serious snuggling time are definitely in order.