Hmmmm...

Ahem. Excuse me, but what are all of these things that are in the way of where I play?


I can't seem to get to my favorite spots anymore, although these make for a nice place to perch and watch Jack meander around the living room.


Ah yes, they are boxes. And yes, Kate, we are packing up everything and finding a new place to live.


Moving! Where will we go? Are you bringing all of my toys? You won't leave any behind will you? Yes, Katia, we will bring all your toys. I don't know where we're going yet, but it will be someplace nice. I promise.

Kate is a little traumatized by all the boxes. Jack (having moved with me three times now) is somewhat of a pro and doesn't really seem to care that there are boxes stacked all over the place. My lease is up at the end of November and since I don't trust my management company, I think it's time to find a new apartment. With school and all, I've been trying to pack up a little bit at a time so I don't get inundated all at the end, when I'm trying to move and finish the semester at the same time.