At my parents' home, I was temporarily moved into my sister's room (I still don't know why I couldn't just go to my own room), and all the while, I was renting at my current apartment in SLC that for various reasons, wasn't able to move into until now.
With those two, and frequently switching between beds, I had grown accustomed to living with my entire life in my purse. It's already jam packed, and adding deodorant, a toothbrush and an extra pair of undies was convenient, but was quickly getting annoying.
So here I am, eating my first dinner here with the easiest thing I can make (cereal), and sweating like madness because my roommates don't want to pay for air conditioning. But finally settled.
This picture reflects pretty well how I'm feeling these day: tired as hell.
And listening to Celine Dion as loud as I want.
Three cheers for SLC!