Me duele mi espalda

Well, my bad back and I have finally moved out of our parents' house! That's right, for the last two nights I've been packing, heaving, lifting, and sorting, much to the chagrin of my aching espalda (that's Spanish for lower-back, in case you're a complete idiot, or a French speaker. Wait, is that redundant?). It's been a long time since I've been out on my own. After graduation, I moved in with a family as a live-in nanny for several months. When I arrived in Kyrgyzstan for my Peace Corps service, I was placed with a HUGE family (they all lived in one room while I had two to myself - does that seem a little unbalanced to anyone else?) for training and then a different family when I arrived at my permanent site. After I returned, I stayed with my parents. It's been . . . cough . . . five months now and I've finally found a job, bought a car, and moved out. Oh sweet freedom! Oh sweet back-pain! Who needs a back when you have the freedom to do whatever you want - as long as your roommates approve, of course.