Moving sucks.
This was the weekend that I was to be skiing with Paul... But due to Lisa being sick, I couldn't go. Ever since Lisa's been sick, I have been a prisoner at my apartment. She is getting better but my mom found out that I couldn't go so she asked me for help. She was gonna hire movers but nope... I was the mover.
So This weekend I was over at my old apartment, moving my parents stuff into a storage. Thanks to help from couple of manly men, I was able to finish by Sunday. I never want to live on second floor again.
But it is a great feeling finishing something that seems impossible.
God is good.
