moving

i hate moving. to be sure, i love being in a new place, especially if i've moved to a new city. but i hate moving. if i could go to sleep at night and wake up the next day in the new place. with my stuff all organized i would. short of some sci-fi contraption being built, i'll have to do the whole thing myself. unless i could hire the people who move the new president into the white house. they move him in during the inauguration and the parade. in less than a day the president and his family is fully moved into their new home. that'd work for me too. still, in my current situation, i'll have to do the whole thing myself.

i already bought boxes, more than i know i'll need. i need to buy some of that plastic saran stuff to wrap items in. i've enlisted my boyfriend to do the carrying. and i have two weeks to do all of the packing. and i don't have to clean the apartment when i leave. sounds ideal right?

god i hate packing. more than moving, i hate packing. tearing down what i've established over the past 12 months as my space, my room, and placing it into ugly brown boxes. a jumble of what it was originally. i haven't even started any of it. i did make a list of what i intend to put in what boxes. with some of them extra.

what makes this whole experience more tedious is that i have a full month between moving from my current situation and moving into my new apartment. i am going to be homeless for a month. i've guaranteed that the whole thing will go by super fast. i'm spending almost 2 weeks in ireland (much more on that later) and a week traveling by train through texas with the boyfriend. so that leaves a week of entertaining myself. and if i get into grad school, that is how i will be entertaining myself.

then i have to move again. it's down two flights of stairs to get out of my current apartment. and luckily my friend's (where i'm storing my stuff) is on the first floor. then it's two flights of stairs into my new apartment. at least i won't be terribly sore from going down the flights then up the flights on the same day. that would be total hell. but is it any worse then having to move on two different days, that far apart? i guess i'll see.

for your perusal my packing list: