Chillin at the beach...

Moving. I hate it. Yes HATE it. Packing again. Moving again. Truly thought this was it for awhile. Never expected to be moving again 6 months later. 6 months. This time I'm moving to my very own place. MY place. Never had a MY place before. It kind of sucks-I wanted OUR place forever. Mine and my beloved's. But you know what-I intend to have flowers and prettiness and girl smells....and big girl panties and big girl drinks and big girl attitude....on the beach. I can do this. I WILL do this. I will.