I just killed a tree working on this application for a visa. And my mom totally vetoed my passport-sized pictures accompanying it, with an "Oh. Amber." and a sideways glance. (Too bad, Ma.) But it is done.
Earlier this week I learned how to properly use a handtruck on a steep hill without sending boxes rolling down it, a la Jack and Jill.
I've determined that unpacking is far more tedious than packing, evidenced by the state of my bedroom right now. (Don't look!)
The task list is getting smaller. Next task: NOLA.
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