I hate moving. Like really really HATE it. In the past two years, I have moved not once, not twice, not even three times. FIVE TIMES. I went from my college house, back to my parents house, to an apartment with my husband, to a second apartment with my husband, to finally our first home together.
In all of these moves, I have tried really hard to make each of these places feel like mine. Each new place came with new possibilities and new possibilities meant money. Which, honestly, I didn’t have a lot of. What can I say, I had champagne taste on beer budget! This meant scouring craigslist, garage sales and my favorite place of all, Goodwill.