Will I EVER be moved?

Ok, one more INSANE day of moving and I should be totally in. Just the big stuff left -- desk, bed, clothes. I'm at the point where I am SO ready to be in my new place I can't stand it. The skin on my hands has started to burn off from all of the necessary chemicals I've used to clean my new place, which is a sign that it is time. On a happier note, I had group of friends on my balcony last night for the first christening, it was marvelous! It made me think, it's interesting the different range of emotions I've felt moving in and out of places the past 5 years.

-DORMS
Moving In: Ready, nervous, excited.
Moving Out: Not ready, nostalgic, experienced.

-First Apartment
Moving In: So happy, So Ready.
Moving Out: So happy, So Ready (Laurel and I lived in Satan's Loft & six girls is A LOT OF GIRLS!)

-Big Girl Apartment
Moving In: HELL YES, I HAVE MY OWN ROOM!
Moving Out: Cried pretty much the whole time (was in love with that place, that age)

-Growing Up & Apart -ment
Moving In: Confused, lost, anxious.
Moving Out: Can all of my shit be teleported...NOW?

-ADULT Apartment
Moving In: THIS. WILL. ROCK.