Moving = Hell

So, have I yet mentioned how much I hate moving? I literally loathe moving with all my being. I decided to take a tally of how many times I've moved in my life since I was a child. Now, before I reveal my results let me give you the low down on what I counted. I counted any time I had to pack up all my shit and move it to a different location, may not be a new location but a different one. On to my point.. How many times has Korri Kopsi moved in her lifetime thus far?

Drum roll, please...

22

I have moved 22 times in the span of the 21 years I've been alive. That's equivalent to once a year for every year that I've been alive +1. It's absolutely ridiculous in my opinion, and to be honest I'm really sick of packing and unpacking for that matter.

Anyways, the move went as smooth as it would allow itself to be. In my opinion, everyone kind of jumped the gun and tried to get in too soon because the electricity didn't get turned on until the 1st and we had practically everything moved in on the 30th. Kyle and I had to make due with sleeping on the futon mattress at the apartment for a night, which was uncomfortable because the two of us are much to tall for such puny sleeping contraptions. Then yesterday I packed up the rest of my necessities and moved them over to the house as well.

On another note, I love the house. I'm still basking in the glory of having all this space actually being my own, and let me tell ya, my bathroom is the fuckin' shit. I will be posting pictures and hopefully a video walk through hosted by yours truly.

With Affection
Korri