This is a love letter, so don't read it if you don't like love letters

Dear Boyfriend,
Packing all our belongings was tedious and shitty.

Moving all our belongings into a truck was terrible.  I have so many bruises.

Driving those six hours, in traffic and then that mother fucking down pour, was a nightmare.

Oh dude, and then when Cat peed on herself, or sweated herself wet, or I don't know what she did but she was wet and sad, I was about to lose my mind.

When that dude parked right behind our truck in his Audi when we were trying to move was hilariously poor timing. I am glad that I yelled at him.

That rain, do you remember when it started raining when we got to the city and we had to unpack all our stuff? That was lucifer's wet dream.

And then I had to get back to DC so I could work the next day? And now we have to live apart for two weeks. And the Roommates do NOT get my jokes like you and Cat do.

Jesus christ, this whole moving ordeal is fucking miserable.

And the most romantic thing we have ever done.

Love,
Karen Louis Hammberry

P.S. Thanks for the picture of Cat at the new house.  NONE of the Roommates wanted to look at it, including Little Brother.