We're Moving in Together (Send Help)

So Marcus and I made it official - we’re getting an apartment together next month! A tiny place in Raleigh that we can actually afford on his entry-level designer salary and my nursing school budget. I’m excited and terrified and spending way too much time on Craigslist looking at furniture we can’t afford.

We’re Moving in Together (Send Help)

But seriously, WHY does this man own so many cables? I asked him to pack up his “computer stuff” and he’s been sitting on my kitchen floor for an hour trying to figure out what half of these things even do. He keeps picking up random USB cords and going “I think this goes to my old printer? Or maybe my scanner? Or that camera I had in college?” MARCUS. If you don’t know what it does, THROW IT AWAY.

I love him, I really do. But if our 800-square-foot apartment turns into a cable museum, I’m moving back in with my parents. And nobody wants that - Maria would have opinions about everything and Roberto would try to “fix” all of Marcus’s tech with duct tape.