Moving Stinks.

Being a student at Mars Hill Graduate School requires that you have an affinity towards entering pain and chaos. I doubted that this description fit me - until last week when Ashley and I decided to move for the second time in 8 months.

Moving stinks. There's no way around it. It is simply unpleasant.

Lifting heavy furniture, packing up cardboard boxes, and cleaning all the dust and lint that collects in every unseen nook and cranny. Nothing about it is fun. And just when you finish the process and get everything out of your place, you realize you're only half done. Now, you have to move it into your new place. Ridiculous.

For 8 months, Ashley and I lived the urban Seattle life right down in the heart of it all - 2 blocks from school, 1/4 mile from the space needle and pike place market, and within walking distance to just about everything downtown Seattle has to offer. It was incredible fun and quite possibly the coolest place we'll ever live. But money is tight when you're a single income family paying for graduate school with Seattle rent and a mortgage in Arkansas, so we decided to move out of the heart of the city and save a few hundred bucks.

Fortunately, we found another great couple that was looking to do the same thing. And what would be more natural than getting a place together, right?

So, last week we moved into a townhouse with Jeremy and Jenny Dew. We figured that single people enjoy communal life, so why stop once you're married? ...makes sense to me... I still laugh at the craziness of the whole thing, but I think that's why I love it too!

I don't have any pictures yet (of the house or the Dews), but i'll try and post some soon.