Little Victories

I'm here. I'm alive. Saturday we loaded up the truck and, miraculously, everthing fit. Just barely. (Thanks to Cristin's husband Tom, the packing genius.) A few days earlier, I did get rid of a couple tvs, tv stand and desk and sent a few things home with my parents. If I hadn't done that there may have been serious problems but we were able to make the trip with everything. Thanks again to everyone for helping!

Joe and I cleaned the apartment late Saturday afternoon and then decided to go on one last Columbia date to Ragtag (also the place of our very first date) to see Bigger, Stronger, Faster. I love documentaries and this one was no exception. Even though it's about steriod use (something that would normally not interest me much) I found it completely interesting. Also we went out for Mexican food. It didn't occur to me until later that my "last meal" was also my very first meal when I arrived in Columbia - Mexican. I remember being totally excited but even more scared when Breanne picked me up and we headed out for dinner and celebatory margartias. Oh how much changes and stays the same in eight years!

I had these grand hopes of getting everything put away in record time and spending my day making dinner for Joe and maybe even a pie. (Hey, I am a housewife or housegirlfriend/fiance.) Those expectations were extremely high to say the least. I have unpacked exactly 0 boxes right now. I am cleaning and contemplating and just plain exhausted. More than anything I think I'm in a state of just being overwhelmed. There's so much to do. I did venture out by myself for the first time to go to Target. If anything can put a smile on my face it's Target. Was crazy that I even had to get directions to find Target...but I managed. And it's a fabulous Target complete with a Starbucks inside. It's all about the little victories.