Ugh, another day of packing; I’ve always hated moving. When I started college, when I moved into my first apartment, when I moved in with my ex-boyfriend, that was a mistake, and now I’m moving in with my new husband. My new husband, oh how I love to say that, is at work and I’m packing up things in my apartment. I neatly place things in their proper boxes. This will go to the house, this will go to storage, this will go...