I’m gonna take you all the way back to June 12th, the day the moving van came and emptied our Montreal apartment of its contents. There’s much to say about moving day barreling towards you, but I’ll tell you all I felt was some slight anxiety followed by “holy shit, I’m not packed yet!” Didn’t help that we were out until 4am the night before (thanks for the Thrustday Brutopia guys). In any case, they showed up early but we managed to cram everything in boxes. Our last box contained the shower head, a bath mat, and a bottle of Shout of all things.

Cat's room all packed up
The guys that moved us were a couple of awesome and hilarious hard-working Newfies. Just two of ‘em!
