You know that point where “Dude, did you move again” meets “Yes, but I only signed a three month lease on this place because we’ll hopefully find a house in that time. Not to mention the fact that it’s more expensive than any apartment has a right to be— even if it is bigger than my last house. So I’ll totally be doing this again shortly and then, no doubt, filling you all in with the gory details via another blog post that mimics an insurance commercial?”

I’m there.

Actually… I’m here.

Somewhere in all of these boxes.

Please send help.

And vodka.