The great migration begins...

Well I went and got the keys to my new place last night and did a load of boxes in the van. In hind sight I probably should have put something in the boxes, but oh well, what can you do?

Seriously though, for those who don't know, this is my 13th move in 8 years. I know... why? Well lets just say I'm a sucker for people who need/want a roommate. I see the chance to save a bit of cash with shared expenses and I take it. So the price has been moving sometimes 3 or even 4 times in a year!

But now I'm in Coquitlam, close to Bless, volleyball and a paintball field so I won't ever have to move again... until we get married next year that is.

You may laugh, but this is all part of my master plan. For you see, when a person is forced to move 13 times in 8 years, something happens to them. They begin to come up with crazy plans to not have to move again. Mine is to get married. I know what you're thinking, but it makes sense. I obviously can't seem to keep a roommate around so unless I want to live alone for the rest of my days, then I need to lock someone into a lifetime lease. So thats what I've done. And it doesn't hurt that shes nice to look at too!

well, I'm back to packing and all that crap...