Well this weekend Erik and I will be heading to the Windy City to take a look around. Trying to get a feel for the burbs around there, so we know where we want the relo guy to look for us. That's one of the reasons why I really haven't been around much lately. Every waking moment that I'm not at work, I'm doing something to prepare us for moving. And that makes me a very stressful girl. Between getting school, work and banking stuff together. I have to move all of my stuff out of my mom's apartment by the end of this month because she is moving out. The storage place that we already have a unit in, was supposed to give us keys to the unit next to ours early. But because they are being bought out, she was afraid to give it to us too early, so now we have to wait until Friday at the earliest to get the key, oh and did I mention we are LEAVING friday? So one more thing I get to worry about. Plus my car is packed to the brim with boxes and totes, can bearly see out my back window, trunk jamed packed too. *sighs* Now I'll have to deal with that all week, until what? Monday when we get home? Erik keeps telling me not to stress out, but thats kinda impossiable. Im going to stress. This is a huge step, and I just want to make sure it all goes smoothly. *L* Knowing us, it will be far from smooth, but I have to at least try. I told my dad this weekend while we were at the kid's birthday party. Of course he and the stepwitch made smart ass coments. "Hey maybe we will actually see you if you move far away." Blah Blah Blah. Whatever. But then at the same time they are probley right. Who knows. Telling my dad was the hardest. I always feel like Im disappointing him. Ugh. Now im stressing about that all over again. Seriously, Im going to give myself an ulcer before we finally get moved. One thing that I think this move will prove to me, is who my REAL friends are. I have a feeling its going to be an eye opening experience.