Breakups are never fun, but there’s another level of complexity when you live together. You’ve created a space you call your own, and leaving it can feel like the end of the world. Moving out recharges your heart and mind, though, and it’s more rewarding than staying in a deadlock

*I’m talking to myself, too. Aloha, ladies and gentlemen. It’s been a while, I know, omg whatever, but I’m still in LA and it’s almost been a whole year – a thought that has this kind of affect on me where I’m like “Trippy, man” but also “Not-so-trippy, man” because everything

This post was sponsored by the good people at Unpakt.com. Are you interested in advertising with us or sponsoring a post? If so drop us a line at Info@BrokeAssStuart.com. Remember Unpakt? They’re that rad price comparison site I wrote about that helps ease the pain of finding a trustworthy (and affordable) company to lift, pack,

Ben Franklin famously wrote that “Nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.” But what it should have said is, “…death, taxes, and that moving sucks.”

 This is what I look like when I’m moving. Or, drunk. Or both. I haven’t written anything in a while because I have been moving. And maybe drunk? Perhaps a giggly combination of the two. But I’ve been happy, too, which always makes spilling my guts onto the internet a

You’re young. Nothing is tying you down. Why not get out and experience the world? Friends have looked to me for relocation tips just as often as they have teased me for moving so frequently. “How did you find a job so quickly?” “How do you pull it off each