Melody chose to focus on the good things of our move... namely, how wonderful it is to live in something that's not a small, nearly non-existent town. Generally, she's a realist. Now, she's still a realist, even in this post, but she's chosen to be an optimistic realist.
I, on the other hand, am typically an optimist. I'm pretty sure I haven't the any optimism left in me. Here's why:
Borrowed my parents suv. It broke. It's been essentially out-of-commission since Friday.
My FORMER (hurray) apartment manager entered the apartment without letting me know he'd be in. That annoys me.
There's no hot water.
My computer cord was missing a piece. It was found. Then I left it in the locked car at the Ford place.
I missed three days of work. (Not too upsetting, honestly)
I worked most of Sunday night (since my computer cord made working Saturday impossible)
We had to stuff things into various vehicles several times. And still had to leave things downstairs, hoping they'll still be there
Still need to change our address.