Yay Monday.

After 3 days of heavy lifting and house cleaning, and 1.5 days in the car, I have an announcement to make.

I am officially a Californian.

The last couple days have been a bit of a whirlwind for both T and I. The festivities kicked off with me packing and cleaning solo on Wednesday Thursday, and I have both bulging muscles and a bright sunburn to prove it. Friday night T flew back into Boise around 10:30 PM, we crashed, then moved and cleaned and drove down to Salt Lake late Saturday night. This morning we left Salt Lake, and pulled in to Los Angeles a few hours ago.

Lessons Learned:

• DO NOT EVER drive from Las Vegas to Los Angeles via Interstate 15 on a Sunday Afternoon/Evening. The produce check caused traffic to back up to a stand still for about two hours of drive in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE California. I think I can safely define Hell on Earth as Stuck in a Car in the Middle of a Two Hour Traffic Jam in the Middle of the Dessert. Not cool.
• Driving is totally over rated. People complain about flying. People complain about crowded commuter trains. People complain about walking. People should shut the hud up and be happy they are not in a car. If I never sit in a car for more than five minutes at a time again in my life, I will know that God is good and answers the prayers of the sleepy and tired-rumped.
• New apartment stuff=DEATH. Although it may be exciting to move into an apartment with new paint, and never lived on carpet and appliances, moving out of that apartment will kill you, a slow death, via cleaning fume inhalation. Your landlady KNOWS it was perfect when you moved in because she was the one painting the final coat and plugging in the new fridge...er go, no room for error in the move out clean. Boo. Boo I say.
  

Hours packing/moving boxes: 11
Hours deep cleaning: 8
Hours driving: 16