movin' on up

Holy crap. I'm moving today. I'm sort of perplexed as to how all of this will be possible... I mean, it's not if I were (proper use of subjunctive?) moving furniture and, like, a real grown-up's amount of shit. It's just little ol' recently-graduated I (as "it's little ol' me" is not grammatically correct, and for some reason we're all about the grammar today).

But still, there's the bed on which I spent practically all my graduation money, the coffee table, my overflowing desk drawers, clothes--and oh my god, over 60 Mason jars full of herbs. Maybe I'll start there.

I have that Cinderella musical song in my head...impossible things are happening every day...