To the First Floor!

T minus 2 weeks till the big move.  I am really excited.

No more 3rd floor.

No more carrying my laundry down to the first floor and across the complex.

No more 1-person-at-a-time kitchen.

At the same I time I feel kinda old.  Getting my own place.  A pretty nice place, with my own things etc.  I guess it makes me a true-blue adult in like every context.

I keep hearing Independent Women playing in my head though and it helps keep me grounded (feet planted to the ground while doing a lil 2 step with my hands up in the air).

I wonder if I will be lonely.  I guess I can always hit up craigslist singles…