Moving Out

     Moving out. Two parts exciting plus eight parts "what the heck have I gotten myself into!" You mean I have to be a grown up now? With insurance and utility bills and everything? Man, if I had known what it meant to "grow up" back in 5th grade, I would have just stayed there forever - doing homework, playing house, digging holes in the yard with my brothers, and begging my mom for a dog. Yet, here I am, sitting at home on a couch in my bedroom (which is much too small for a couch) getting ready to move this white, three-seater to my new apartment in a few short weeks. Raleigh better look out!