So we officially have a date. For closing, that is. Well, I mean, not that that really means much, because this is the what? Fourth? Date that we have had so far.
February. 2. 8.
As in 23 days away, as in 23 more days with the gosh-darn boxes. As in both Matt and Bekah are likely to go insane.
As in....our apartment lease runs out on the 14th.
But really, how hard can it be to live out of a car?