I moved. Again. What?

I wanted to start off by saying "This is my last night in my house that I grew up in," but things became too busy. I then wanted to say "This is my first night in my new apartment," but things were still too busy. Finally, a week later, I have time to write this. 

I moved. 

Again. 

What? 

It all started about a little over a month ago. My mom was going to be my assistant for the day. I should've known something was going to happen that day, because my mom was going to be my assistant for the day. She came into my bedroom, ripped the covers off of my head, and said, "Good morning! We are moving to Florida!" 

Me being me, I was like . . . What? . . . Coffee . . . . I need coffee . . . .

My dad had the opportunity to move the Florida, and my mom's dream has been to move down to Florida, so they jumped on the opportunity that morning. I was going to go with them, but after I had my coffee, I decided I wanted to try it here. I have a good team of assistants, and I'm just starting to have a good relationships with schools. 

So, within a month, I found a really sweet apartment, hired another assistant, and moved. I really have a good feeling about this. I really think this is going to work! 

You guys must have known how much I needed a change, because it happened. And I thank you for that!