My friends and I had a discussion on the topic of moving a few weeks ago. They told me what I thought at the moment to be an absurd number of times each of them had moved in their entire life. I went back home and dug through the spider webs in my head and counted the amount of times that I've moved. Turns out my number beat all of theirs. When I move back to LA later this month, it would count as my 19th move and the 20th place I've ever lived since birth. This number does not include the places I've gone to visit relatives or on vacation.

So it's getting close to the start of school again and this will be my last year in LA if everything goes as planned. I'm a little anxious because I'll be taking more classes than usual in order to graduate in 2008. I might want to study abroad next summer if I can get financial aid for it.

I'm going down to LA to look for apartments on Saturday and come back up in time for Mtn. View's Art and Wine festival on Sunday. Yes, one of Sophia's crazy plans, I know. I hope I find the right place on Saturday because it would save me a trip next weekend if I don't. I loathe apartment hunting almost as much as moving...almost.