So why am I doing this? WHY am I moving?
Theres reasons enough, but right now, in the middle of the actual moving-the-crap-from-pointA-to-pointB, hm.
Is this really necessary?
THIS is the reason I need a boyfriend. To move my crap. Do some heavy lifting.
Its not to late. The cab doesnt get here til 9ish. There´s still time.
Or, in this pace it is very likely that I will move at least twice more before the summer.
The offer stands.