Bye bye, Unit #6.

You guys should know by now that I'm oddly weird at talking about changes, updates and all things serious here on this there blog, so instead of me simply not talking about updates and starting to post pix of boxes and packing tape, I'll just get this out of the way now.

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:: who ::     Errh...Me.
:: what ::    I've decided { quite impulsively, yet with much thought put into it } to move out of my cozy studio/efficiency attic apartment and moving in with... 
:: where ::  ...my sweet friend Sara - Highlands baby!
:: when ::   ASAP/out by the month of August.
:: why ::     By virtue of some bigger things going on in my life right now that I'm quite simply glossing over because I just don't have the time to type it all out right now.
:: how ::     My big strong gentleman friend/any gracious friends who offer to help.  I pay in beer, and albeit sweaty, hugs.


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If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you'd know that I have a really difficult time leaving a place, regardless of how many wonderful, or not so wonderful memories I have in that particular space.  This move, without question, is no different.  I'm so thankful my parents were here this past weekend and ripped off the first bandaid of many of moving out of this quirky house I've called home for the past year and a half.  I know that this move is a step to bigger and better, I know that it's time to move on, I know I'll always have the memories with this place.  But that doesn't mean I won't miss my cooking and quiet nights in, this beautiful neighborhood I call mine, hosting girlfriends, 360 degree views, and slow Saturday's any less.  I'll be posting more about this journey and overanalyzing every single thing that's happened in my apartment in the weeks to come { lucky you readersss!!! }, but for now I'll leave you with a photo of my new roomie!  Hai, Sara!