Two weeks ago I wrote about traveling. Those were happy times. Though one must physically travel in order to move, moving is quite the opposite of happy times. That is, assuming the opposite of happy is bitter, anxious, furious and frustrated all rolled into one. Something tells me that goes beyond the opposite of happy, but it is an accurate description of just how shitty it is to find a new residence and then move into said residence.

I'm going to go scream into a pillow now. Hasta la vista.