Awhile ago when we were all still updating our Facebook statuses I posted, “I hate who I become on moving day.” Years later, it’s still true. I’m less externally terrible, but I hate who I am and how I feel on moving day. I’m always under prepared, I’m exhausted, frazzled, and likely hangry because there’s nothing in the fridge anymore and without fail, I’m a three-meals-a-day kind of girl.
familiar and fresh
familiar and fresh
familiar and fresh
Awhile ago when we were all still updating our Facebook statuses I posted, “I hate who I become on moving day.” Years later, it’s still true. I’m less externally terrible, but I hate who I am and how I feel on moving day. I’m always under prepared, I’m exhausted, frazzled, and likely hangry because there’s nothing in the fridge anymore and without fail, I’m a three-meals-a-day kind of girl.