Last night we sold the armoire to some chick off of Craigslist (I LOVE Craigslist)

And it hits you, it's real, you're selling off your grown up stuff (that you bought at Target) and you're going to move into the room you spent all of high school just waiting to get out of.

This is not a "going back to that craziness" type of situation you see in the movies. My parents are actually pretty "normal" and we have some pretty great sitcomy-funny moments that they take in stride. In fact they are more excited than anything else, slightly seeming on the edge of "happy" about the whole thing.

And I'm pretty happy too, cause it's nice to have a home to go HOME to.

Of course we have a million and a half things to do and Husband is going out of town this weekend, so is Vee and SO IS LO, therefore I am officially a single mother trying to get my apartment ready, my things packed... my life more organized.

So that I can move home...