Well this boy is all grown up and landed his first grown-up apartment in the city. Shocking to think that 5 years later, he'd be occupying a chic, yuppy apartment that I'm dying to see.

And since he didn't seem to pack a wall charger for his phone (which is dying and he turns on only to check messages and tell me he's alive), I really haven't gotten much more into his itinerary of settling in. I can only assume that he's have the movers come just as soon as he can schedule them.
The best news of all was for this redhead right here: the store right down the street carries like half organic stock. My little hippie beating heart can not wait to hop on a plane and see this magical land. I'm beyooooond excited. If you guys thought I was elated for Christmas, hold on to your knickers, granny! I can't wait until I get to yuppify my heart out. How much fun! It's like being an actress and playing a part. I'll be playing the part of a girl who wears glasses (that's hard), loves scarves (oooo, even more difficult), and can't get enough fabulous ballet flats (oh wait, another zinger!).
How long till I leave?
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