I FINALLY started packing the apartment this weekend. Just in case I have not made it clear otherwise, I HATE PACKING… I hate the cleaning… I hate the fact I do a better job cleaning a place that I will never live in again than I have over the past 3 years. I hate the wrapping, labeling, lifting, moving, organizing… and the list could continue indefinitely.
I thought that I would be so excited about getting married, that I wouldn’t mind the whole ordeal. I was wrong. Although, I am excited about the fact that most of the stuff can be thrown away without much guilt. I still hate the sore muscles, lost tape, cuts caused by cardboard boxes, cardboard boxes, the pile to go to Good Will… and the list continues.
The funny part of the whole thing is how many times I have moved in my life… perhaps that is where my distain originates. This will be my 25th move. Ugh… that’s a lot of packing tape.
No matter… the rooms must still be emptied, the dust must be cleaned up, the carpet must be vacuumed. At least I will get something out of this move that I have not had since I was 13… a yard of my own.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
25 Moves? Does that include the two per year for high school? Summer was always the worst...Cause you really, really wanted to get home!
Yes, 25 including high school.
Still that's a lot! No wonder you hate it!
Post a Comment