Moving

So now I have begun moving. I brought a dresser and a big sack of laundry and my gamecube and some of my favorite movies to my fiance's apartment, which I guess I should start thinking of as my apartment. I don't know how long it will take me to get all of my things moved, but I do know that gas is expensive, and I'm not really looking forward to all the trips I'll have to make. On the plus side, moving in together means one less thing to worry about before the wedding.

As far a jobs go, I will probably end up working evenings and weekends, while Anna mainly works days. Some people probably think that would be a strain on a relationship, but since we have been living ninety miles apart for just over three years, it will be an improvement, because we will see each other at least sometime everyday, unless one of us needs to go out of town for something. But I'm excited. Anna is way more organized than me, and that means that I might get to spend more time doing things like blogging and writing, and less time sitting in squalor. Good for me, too bad for my slothiness.