Over Christmas break, my mom, Gina, took me to Utah to round up all my belongings and move them into my new apartment in St. George. Not only was it a snowy, blizzardy mess (no, I will not miss the weather in Provo), and we had to move my massive amount of stuff down 4 flights of stairs in the snow and ice (it took FOREVER), we made it to St. George safely. Needless to say, we were excited to get to the new place and unpack, when we found a little surprise. Our ceiling had caved in at a spot in the living room from a leaky pipe. There were no major damages, no ruined belongings, and a very helpful maintenance staff to assist us.
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