Balancing the stress of two full-time grad school schedules and purchasing a new home, all while having to pack up and move out of our beloved rental, was a bit more than our 25 and 27 year old minds could tolerate. Many tears were shed and expletives shouted, but somehow it has made the joy of completion even sweeter.
I realized a lot of things about myself through the process...one being that I have some sort of mental block towards asking for help. In spite of my insistence that Adam and I were fine and would get the packing, moving, cleaning, etc. taken care of, our friends insisted on being there for us. Last Thursday, we skipped class (a big no no in PT school) and bonded over the smell of pinesol, ammonia, and windex as we tried to make the deadline of our inspection.
We scrubbed nasty floors. We vacuumed up cobwebs. We ate cold pizza. We danced to Glee. We dodged the rain. We had a hell of a lot of fun.
I will post more pictures soon, but for now...here is our new adventure.