Nomad No More

Have I mentioned lately that I'm moving? No? Well, in case you didn't hear...I'm moving in T-minus 9 days. HOLYCRAPISTILLHAVETOPACK!


I also may have mentioned my absolute hatred for packing.But I do it out of need. You see, hubs and I like to torture ourselves and move almost every year of our lives since graduating college. True story. 


Here's a timeline:


June 2005: Moved into our first apartment together in NJ! A 960 square foot 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom with den. Fantastic.


July 2005: Moved into our second apartment. Why so soon you ask? Because our first apartment BURNED DOWN! Yes, it was the scene of a 5 alarm fire which began in the apartment below us (fertilizer caught on fire...I think I know what was going on down there. I think they were "farming greenery.") So, hubs and I ventured out in our ashen clothes and found a 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom cubicle. All of 600 square feet. Furniture you ask? Beach chairs, a couch and an air mattress. At least for the first month. Because our renter's insurance didn't kick in until Monday...the fire was on a Saturday. LIFE LESSON: Always get the renter's insurance BEFORE YOU MOVE IN!


July 2006: Moved into a lovely 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom 1100 square foot rental condo. Because we had to get out of our apartment cubicle or we might have killed each other.


October 2007: Moved into our first house! Woohoo! A quaint 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom 1920's renovated bungalow. Our pride and joy.


August 2009: Moved into our 3 bedroom, 1.5 bath townhouse in Maryland. After hubs got laid off in April 2009, he was offered a job in here, so we put the house on the market and moved our way to this crab loving state. 


April 2011: Next Friday I'll move into our 4 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom house (which you can see here) with 2 car garage (Ooooo!) All.by.myself. I mean, without hubs. I will have movers. And friends. But he gets to miss out on all the FUN. 


I'm not moving for at least 15 years. Period. Can you blame me??