Movin on up...to the third floor

Yesterday was moving day.  The pod arrived!  And all of my stuff was in it!  One cup was broken and one book was somehow wet (weird?).  My parents came down to help me move in and they were hard workers.  I can never thank them for all they have done for me in this move.  Kristen and the kids came over for lunch and my parents got to meet her sweet ones that I have been enjoying so much the last few days.  One of my new friends came over to help me move in the afternoon.  What a way to break in the friendship; carrying load after load of someone else's junk in the heat.  Also, did I mention I live on the third floor and the pod was a good ways away from my building?  Yeah I hit a new number on Fitbit-over 21,000 steps!  Chelsea and her husband braved LA traffic during rush hour to come help!  Her husband's best friend who lives in San Diego came to help too and these guys carried furniture and heavy boxes and I am so grateful!  My apartment became quite the box monstrosity.  The girls help me set up my couch, my bed, my bookshelf and my dresser.  Let me say Chelsea knows how to do stuff!  She was taking things apart and building them back up and I am just more impressed and more grateful to be her friend every time I get to spend time with her.  So my parents had one more day here today and they helped me come tackle the boxes.  I just recycled my last box.  Things are not perfect and nothing is on the walls yet but it feels like home!  I am going to a women's conference tomorrow and hopefully making lots of friends.  Here is a picture of the moving crew.  Shout out to my church back in Missouri-moving day was NOT the same without all of you.  I had lots of memories flood my mind as I was unpacking of the last time I unpacked and also different boxes I packed with you guys.

I'll post pictures of the apartment all done later.  Gonna go hit up the hottub that is right outside my building.  I feel like I am on vacation!