BOXES

So, I would have written sooner if I weren't so sore that I couldn't move. After a few hours of hauling our belongings up to the third floor of our new apartment, we celebrated the end of another move across the country with a victory photo. 

I was too tired to pose for a picture. Though if I had, it would look a lot like the one from our previous move:



Now that all the stuff hauling is complete, we can begin the apartment cleaning and the stuff placing and the town exploring.

Cedric has been resting since his big weekend in Minneapolis.

We took an elevator to the top of the Foshay Tower, which was Minnesota's tallest building in 1929. Now it's a bit overshadowed by all of these buildings.

Here we are with all our pre-move energy. 

Speaking of energy, I'm out of it. Time to say goodnight to the box world.