Never. Again.

I am not even MOVING yet and I am sick of it. I am sick of thinking about moving and how it's going to work and when it's going to happen. I am sick of wondering where stuff will go and how many people will actually show up to help us move. I wouldn't call myself "worried" about it...because I'm quite certain that we can make it happen, but I am sick of it not happening yet.

And after this, I am Never. Moving. Again.

Hopefully.