Moving has been rough, as one can expect. I feel like I have been going and going for days now. Packing, loading, unloading, unpacking and bringing the empty boxes back to the apartment to start the process over. I have been making sure to take breaks to keep from sending myself into a flare. Been drinking a lot of Gatorade too. We've been eating out a lot, which is hard on a GF diet and a 1200 calorie diet. So far I've managed to do well with both though. We at at "home" (future in-laws house) last night and it was so good! We got all the big stuff here with the help of a good friend and a UHaul.
Other than that I have been having a fair amount of pain. So I just have to pace myself.
And all my lolita clothes take up all the space in the little closet we have in the bedroom with no room for any other clothes. I have t-shirts and pants hanging on a rolling clothing rack. Jon's aren't hung up yet. :-(
The one with the NYPD
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