So the moving thing is getting real, VERY REAL. We got word from Rockefeller that we would not be making it to the top of the housing wait list until after we move. So they have offered us a furnished studio apartment on campus. This sounds okay right? Well, it doesn't allow Fenways, and it also stipulates that you cannot bring any of your own furniture. This is where it will get complicated.
My parents have so graciously offered to care for Mole until our one bedroom apartment opens, and also to take all of our furniture and belongings and store them in their garage until D-Day.
To add icing to this beautiful cake of transition, we found out today that our new digs will have two twin beds instead of one full or queen sized bed. This news made Sean and I just about lose it with laughter. At least we can still laugh about how we will be building forts or pushing our beds together at night to tell scary ghost stories.
I said, someday, all this moving business will be funny. And we can write about it in our autobiographies. But until then, we will blog.
