Moving

We moved yesterday. It was a rather exciting experience. There are some things I miss about the apartment. The view, the parking lot to play in which was actually rather fun playing soccer and frisbee with my Dad, riding my bike around, playing in the laundry room with (a) friend(s) of mine and playing with a friend of mine on the porch of his apartment, technically it wasn't his apartment it was all the apartments in that segment, but who cares?

Then there was the move. That was just crazy. Of course, I was downstairs playing with some friends of mine but I am pretty sure it was crazy or something like it.


Then there was the new house. It's a very nice house which used to be my grandmother's. We inherited it. It has a bonus or two. A backyard to play in, lots of space inside the house, a garage, a basement and an attic that are actually ours. There are kids next door and it's a dead end street but that's like having friends in the same apartment building and having a big parking lot. The parking lot was actually better so the dead end street isn't as good. But it's good.

Jordan


P.S. How many times have you moved? Or have you moved at all?