Moving...again

So it appears that I will be moving yet again. I am still hoping to stay in my apartment, or at least in the same apartment complex just into a different apartment - but its not looking so good. And the more I keep looking at apartments the more it makes me want to curl up and cry. I wish I could afford to buy something and just live there. I also wish I could just not have to pack up things or worry about where I'm living. I know I'll end up living somewhere great and everything will be fine - but just thinking about all the moving stresses me out like nothing else. The nightmares will start around mid-June, even though I'm not moving until mid-August. And I do mean nightmares, bad ones.

The good news is that I'm moving in with MD, so this means that I will no longer have to deal with roomates. Don't get me wrong, I've loved all of my roomates - but living with MD will be really nice. No matter how much you love your roomates, all of them - you're still relieved to have your own space. So, here we go again, apartment hunting. Though, I have to say there's an ad in the paper for a Victorian guest house that I'm hoping is as awesome as it sounds.