We went to austin!






Then three days later, we moved! Because, you know, why not?

And then we ate pizza on the floor. The end. (Not really. The actual end is that then final exams started and we never got around to moving in a table, and so we’re still eating on the floor, and rummaging for clothes in still-unpacked boxes, and never able to find anything, and there seems to be no actual end in sight.)
(But isn’t that how moving is for everyone?)






























