to move. No we don't have a house yet, nor have we started even looking. But I'm sure we will find one. So I've been grabbing boxes from work and I've started packing. I hate hate hate the packing and moving process, and I've done it enough in my very short life to be skilled at it. I've done it the dead of winter and the heat of summer. I done it in the rain. Somehow, though, there so many last-minute things that you don't think about. I plan on jumping the gun this time. Just to be ready. I'm getting excited about this move just thinking...it won't be another apartment. Do you know how long I've waited for that?