I'm beat. I'm so beat I can't even think straight.
Every time I move is harder than the last. It doesn't help that I woke up this morning to one of those horrendous leg cramps.
But it's almost done. I just need to get some more stuff out of the truck (I am paying someone to do this; my right ankle keeps twinging on me bad) and then go tomorrow to get the stuff from my fridge and clean the old place.
I'm glad to be in a complex that's higher rated and seems to actually care about doing right by its residents. I'm definitely glad to be paying less for more room.
But I do not wanna move again anytime soon unless I can afford movers.