The art of making You and me a WE.

J and I moved in together three weeks ago. My parents didn't let me move in any earlier than that, apesasar de que driving to work for 1 hour and a half was killing me.... Anyway, that is a different story.

I moved there with a lot of my stuff, not all of it because there is too much to deal with. I get there with 20 pairs of jeans, 30 dress pants, winter sweaters, summer shirts, 20 handbags, and about 25 pairs of shoes. Also 250 CD's, 20 vhs tapes, 15 dvd's, 5 seasons of friends, 2 seasons of gilmore girls, 10 or my favorite books and 2 seasons of sex and the city. I forgot... 5 winter coats.

How do you move all of this in an appartment that already has 200 cd's, 10 pairs of shoes, 10 nice men suites, tons of boxers, tons of undershirts, socks, jeans, non-dressy shirts, sweaters, and 4 winter jackets. .... an art I tell you an art.

So we stared by filling up empty drawers, taking any empty space on the closet and over stuffing the hanging bars. It ends up with "please don't mess my order of things. Please don't over fill the closet where my suits are, please move your shoes from the walking closet somewhere else. Where are my socks? where are my shirts? Did you move my jeans? I can't find my *nsync CD, did you sell it? Gilmore girls is not a very entertaining show for me, can we sell it? ..... should i go on. It all ends with "i'm moving back with my family I will send a packing company to pick up my stuff." (i didn't do or say that, but i felt like i wanted to a couple of times)

It is horrible! Our solution, a complete makeover to the apartment. We will move furniture, clothes, beds, shoes, all to make His apartment with My things, OUR apartment.

I'm wishing myself good luck...