The Culmination of the Move
I was in the middle of the move today, figuring I had about 7 or 8 more trips to go before I would be done, and my friend John was driving by Spindler. He stopped and asked me if I needed help. In a few hours, everything was out of the old place (minus the fridge which needs to still go to someone), and in my new place. The move is essentially done.

Now, I just need to set up the new apartment properly, and I'll be okay. No more moving.

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