Oh my goodness, I cannot believe the big move day is tomorrow. And I don't mean big in terms of miles (its only about 32), but imagining my dad and I driving a moving truck through the hills of San Francisco has me on the edge of my seat. I have finally made a dent in packing, and it actually makes me a little nostalgic packing up the pieces of my first "home." Considering I lived with 50+ gals in college in a sorority house for three years, this apartment, this job and my new fun life in the Bay made me feel really independent. This was the first time I completely managed every aspect of my life: bills, killing spiders, taking out the trash and other similar, glamorous tasks. I loved hosting my family here and having my Fresno friends and college friends visit. It's safe to say this has been a very magical year. My teeny apartment will always represent my first step into the adult world.
Even though moving isn't necessarily one of my favorite things to do, the Hello Kitty duct tape my friend Brittany makes taping my boxes up a little fun.