Now going by the technical definition, one may think that this move wasn't an adventure. But between the chaos that was packing, moving, losing a box due to my inexperience at packing, and the tension between Jamie and I as emotions rose to the surface and we moved on probably 4 hours of sleep… I'd consider that one hell of an adventure. So here it is, in picture form. There really are no other words…
Kitchen:
Teeny tiny hallway:
Doorway (left my bedroom door, right Jamie's bedroom door):
Bedrooms:
Bathroom:
Jamie lookin cool a few days before the move, and me lookin like a hot mess at 2am, just hours before the movers came:
