It's like raaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiin on your moving day

I know it's a universal truth that everyone is aware of and nobody needs to be reminded of, but MAN, moving sure blows goats! I'm sitting in my home of the past 4 years, waiting for the movers to arrive. I've spent the past week solid packing it up and it took up until about an hour ago to really be ready to go. To put it lightly, I have a lot of stuff. A million thousand thanks and hugs to the people that helped me this week -- Ezra the Excellent, the Stupendous Steadmans, Loyal Lovely Liz and of course my mom and dad. Everytime I was teetering towards mental collapse, somebody swooped in with support. Ok, enough alliteration already. You get it. And now, something in one of my boxes that is packed up (which box? i don't know!) is beeping. The fun never stops in moving party 08! Buh bye Falls Chuch, hellooooooo Bloomingdale!