The other day I got an email back from our complex secretary (she's awesome). She answered a few questions I had asked and then ended by saying, "Don't forget to breathe and eat chocolate." I feel like I'm still trying to catch my breath from all the crazy stuff that has been happening around here with work. My mind is spinning constantly with to do lists and tasks I need to get done. Tonight I feel as if I can breathe a bit better. I survived check outs, we're moved into our new apartment (thanks to mom, dad, and shawnii), I finished collecting abandoned property in each apartment (thanks to Katherine), and I just mopped my kitchen floor. Things are starting to come together better. Throughout the last month of transitioning to a new complex and moving to a new apartment I've realized I can't do it all. I have to ask for help. I have to give myself moments to breathe (and eat chocolate) to keep me sane. Luckily I married the greatest man who knows...