Fingers Are Still Crossed

My sweet mom came to visit us in the swampland and to help us pack for the big move. We packed 27,034 boxes I think. Not really. But our apartment feels like a warehouse right now, so there's at least 27,033 boxes I think. We are soo thankful that she was able to come help because I am 100% positive I could not have done this on my own.

Our anniversary happened to fall during the visit, so we were able to get a night away! The original plan was to make one last trip to the city of beads and loud music, however, a massive storm was in our way. So we settled for oysters around here. There must be something about waiting in a thirty minute line, too many people jammed packed into a tiny little restaurant that most certainly is breaking all fire codes, that make the oysters taste amazing because these oysters were not the same. Don't get me wrong they were gooooood, but they weren't quite the same. Maybe it's the thrill of knowing you could be pickpocketed at any point when you are in bead city.

We are about two and half weeks away from our moving date and I still have my fingers crossed that we can visit just one last time to say goodbye!