I like to move it, move it.

I like to move it, move it.

Or, maybe I don't. I'm not sure that anyone actually likes to move. I mean, packing and sweating and moving furniture isn't exactly fun. But the process has begun people! Boxes and newspaper everywhere and I have done my fair share of standing in the middle of the apartment and looking around while thinking 'What do I not need until next week around this time?' and 'Where did all this stuff come from?' Haha.

Lars' parents are coming this weekend to help us, which is super nice of them and much needed. I think my boss that's in charge of the schedule forgot that I asked to have the 1st off since we are moving. I am scheduled to work at least 8 hours each day\night. Should be a challenge for me to feel like I am pulling my weight in this process. Hopefully I can get a lot of the packing done so that when it comes to the weekend it will just be moving.

Regardless, soon, it will be over. And we will be in our new place. I CANNOT wait!! :D

I like to move it, move it.
P.S. The weekend in Trondheim was awesome.