The start

So I spose I will start from the most recent events that have been happening lately...


After having enough of my older sister in my life I moved from her townhouse in which I rented and I have migrated from the North side of Brisbane to the South side of Brisbane.
At first when My friend asked me to move in with her, it was an impulsive YES! Then it started to sink in when I had to give my notice to my sister, (and I don't think it was the best time to tell her as the WHOLE family would be up that weekend) and when I had to start the dreadful packing... (which felt worse seeing as my boyfriend did not offer to help, one bit.. like seriously!!)


So its getting closer to the move and I am so unorganised, (I would rather be packed up 3 weeks ago!)
I've organized the movers (Brisk Transport- cheap and reliable), and have the carpet cleaners ready for the weekend. 


In the meantime, I'm having to work an extra day at work, so I'm not losing pay. (I really hate money now that I have to relly watch it, living away from my parents house), So that's a 6 day week, which doesn't sound to bad,seeing as I am in an office but it it when you get used to a 5 day week..


So the day comes for the move and everything is seeming like its going to plan, the movers turn up and everything is delived to the new house.
Then I start to unpack and I can't find my bed screws.. like shit, what am I going to do? So I'm forced to have the mattress on the floor till I unpack everything and find them..
Good news... I've unpacked everything... Bad news... Still No screws!!!
Ok so another few days on the floor will be ok till I find some.. 
hopefully...