One hell of a 4th of July

So I finally moved to a much better apartment living in a much better neighborhood. Very very happy about it. But before the joy must come the pain.

So I spent the last 5 days packing everything. And I mean everything. I somehow agreed to a deal with my roommate that if he and his friends moved everything (his stuff and mine) and got it to the new place, all I had to do was pack everything and clean the old apartment to the fullest possible extent to get as much as the deposit back. And behold he makes good on his deal. Everything, and I mean the whole caboodle, is moved into the garage. And now I will spend 12 hours clean the old damn place.

Damnit.

But I have to say all my friends and my roommate's friends did a kickass job. They got everything moved and stored in an hour and a half. And it took me 5 days to pack everything. I wonder how long it will take for me to unpack everything.

So for the next week I not only have to work during a short week, I have to sleep in a utterly gutted apartment and then actually get to be in the new apartment midweek.

And I officially only have 12 hour of actual vacation time to enjoy.

Let the shopping commence.

To any of my friends reading this: Love you all for your help. Seriously.