I can't believe I am getting ready to say this, but I am slightly excited to move in with my parents for a month. Yes, they will drive me insane, and yes, my drinking habit will spike, but it will also be a month of rest. And I need rest. I have been moving nonstop since the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend when we first saw house #2, and I am tired. I'm looking forward to this upcoming weekend, where I have no plans, and that sounds like the most glorious thing ever.