Moved, that is. Fourth apartment in four years. At least I stayed in the last one for two! My last place and my new place are night and day different. Last was old, carpeted, no washer/dryer. New is really new, polished concrete floors, stackable washer/dryer, amazing and large bathroom, stainless appliances, open kitchen. Yes, it's smaller and I will have to get rid of my couches...and prob cut back on spending in other areas. But. I. Love. It. Mom came in for the move. She had been saying she was going to visit for the last year-and-a-half and it just worked out that she would be here for my move. We were supposed to fly to Denver together after, but twin's surgery date got moved. I know I've got a lot to catch up on, it's been so long since I've blogged. But with everything going on right now, I just haven't been in the mood. And I'm still not. Mom's visit was great. We got along, we didn't kill each other and I was sad to see her go. Her...