Pink'd out

I'm super exhausted. This was my second move-in day (Monday was my first), but today by far has been the most tiring.

I finished packing my car with the last of my things before noon but didn't leave San Diego until before 3pm. I stayed because my glorious grandmother prepared sinigang pampano. I die. Not only that, but I was able to baon it all the way to Riverside. Talk about spoiled!

Traffic was slow and I didn't get there until 5pm. Not too bad since I'm not as anxious driving to Riverside like I am to Northridge. I'm not too sure what it is but LA traffic is just so distinctive. Whatevs. It was a good drive but it took me like almost two hours to get all my stuff out of my car. Though, the picture above shows some decency, considering I was able to organize my things the best I could.

The greatest part about it is that because I was able to filter all of my shit to the stuff I needed—and what I needed was all there. I need to figure out a way to properly store my bike because I'm way too apprehensive about leaving it outside of my house. Grr. But other than that, I'm super juiced about my new shoe rack (it's that little blob peeking out the top of my blue blanket!) and the shelves I assembled in my closet. But not to fret, condo tour and room tour will be in order soon enough.

Now, I'm off to read 50 Shades until I fall asleep.