My February wasn’t all that exciting. I spent most of it packing, carrying things up four flights of stairs, unpacking, and setting up my new apartment. My mom and dad were kind enough to drive down from Michigan and help me out with my move. They were both a big help. There was one set back, I ended up dropping something on my foot and ending up having to go to the ER. Luckily, I didn’t break or fracture my foot, but I did end up in a boot with crutches. I was worried that my move was going to take longer than anticipated, but my dad came through.