Anyway. We plan to load up our (that is, Andrew's) car and head out on Sunday the 12th. We'll arrive on the 14th, I think.
My Grandma P. has told me on no uncertain terms that she's paying for movers to drag our stuff across the country, as a birthday gift to me. I think it'd be less stressful and more economical to just, you know, buy new things once we get up there. The apartment is small and we won't need much: a futon, a drafting table, a desk, a bookshelf, a chair for my little indoor balcony.
(Guys, our apartment has an indoor balcony. Have I told you already? Just in case I haven't: there's an indoor balcony. I will make it mine and set it up as a little reading area. Chair, end table, lamp, bookshelf. Definitely going to be my favorite part of the apartment. Eeee.)
So, well, yes. Either we can spend a good four to five thousand hauling our stuff across the country--and risk all the problems associated with using movers, plus the expense of flying me to and from Texas to oversee the movers while Andrew's in summer school, and all the complications of me trying to get my hands on a car while I'm doing the overseeing--or spend one or two thousand at the most on some
. . . . . . Not to mention how much I absolutely adore furniture shopping.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I seriously love furniture shopping.



