In one state.

Great things have been accomplished by man; the pyramids, penicillin, moon walking (Neil and Michael), and today that list is one longer, Trina has officially consolidated her worldly possessions into one apartment, in one state. I think we should mark this day as one for the history books. After all, pigs can now fly, hell froze over, and the moon turned blue; I am officially sleeping in my new apartment. I'd say that is noteworthy.

I was a little concerned that this day would never come. Particularly when we discovered on Sunday -after four solid days of travel, moving and towing an enormous trailer behind a big ass (but ridiculously comfortable) SUV, that my box spring would not fit around the corner and up the stairs to my bedroom. People who graciously offered to help me move in, saw me at my exhausted, almost-ready-to-crack, worst. When I swear aloud out of frustration, watch out. But with only one small hole in the wall, we got it up there. We just had to purchase an alligator-esque DeWitt hand saw, buzz down the middle of my box spring, brace it on both side and body check the frame to make it crack in half. After that, it turned around that corner and went up those stairs like a dream, a terrible, terrible, but funny when you look back on it, dream.

Now as I lay in my "grown up" bed, and spread my whole body over every possible inch, I soak in the wonderfulness that is a high thread count and bless the Gods that created hand saws. Oh and my dad, definitely my dad, who risked life and limb to cut my bed in half, and brought the drill to put it back together. Bless you, bless you both.