Moved

This weekend I moved out of my apartment and into Andrew's townhouse. Let the good times roll. =)

I was getting a bit stagnant living by myself for 14 months, so it'll be nice to have some daily companionship.

The thin, squeeky ceiling at my apartment was fine for the first half of my tenency; the single girl who lived above me was quiet as a mouse. But then she graduated college and moved out.
Then this couple moved in with a newborn. She's a skank and he's a hick & a mouth breather (literally, and he reminded me of an ogre), and it's very obvious that he got her pregnant and both kicked out of their families. I don't care, except they were *not* light on their feet, and had very loud, yelling/screaming fights once a week (again, literally). They smoked in the apt, with the baby in there! I could go on, but let's let this die. ::partial memory deleted::

Now I'm at Andrew's and it's such a nice quiet neighborhood. It's just on the other side of OM, not far.
He and I get along famously. =)

This weekend, with help from Steve today, we moved my bed, computer jazz, dresser, and some clothes: The Essentials. I spent the first night Sat night, and I slept well in my new bedroom at my new sanctuary.
It's important for my home to be a place to retreat, relax, always have fun, and definitely be safe & sound. My homes are always my sanctuaries. I always felt that way about Jason&Megan's house too, and my sister's.

A bunch of stuff will be stored at my parents' (I don't plan to stay at Andrew's terribly long... I've got goals and other plans). The rest of the clothes and misc jazz will migrate over. I have all of April to move stuff out. The only issue is my huge leather couch...!

Mmmm, it's thunderstorming now. ::happy Dave::