I put in my 30 day notice for my apartment yesterday, it made me feel queasy.  I am not having second thoughts, my husband and I have been talking about moving away from Los Angeles since we met (seven years ago, long before he was my husband), so this re-location isn’t a spontaneous decision.  I was queasy because I really didn’t want to give up my our apartment (this whole halves-y’s on everything, sheesh).  Remember the awesome studio re-do I did, that I never showed you?  You know the one with the chalkboard painted wall and the beautiful wood built-in desk, shipping station and shelves? Well, there goes the security deposit (another reason to feel queasy).  I might think it’s the best thing ever, but I am sure my landlord won’t feel the same way. It is pretty awesome though.  This week after work (shipping and class), I am going to shoot everything for my virtual moving sale.  I am going to sell my Royal typewriter (above), the movers are going by weight and that thing has got to be 80lbs, it is a serious piece of equipment! It’s been a lot of pre-planning work thus far, I am already tired and the month has just begun.