>Moving sucks. This isn’t a breakthrough, but it’s what’s been occupying most of my thoughts for the past week and will continue through the next two.
Mostly, that’s what I hate about it…I don’t want to think about when I should pack my plates and bowls. I don’t want to worry about whether or not the movers will show up or if the storage place has lost my reservation. I don’t want to fret about how I am going to manage living without 95% of my stuff for the next few months to a year.
One thing I have learned? I am way more organized than I credit myself. I fall halfway between hoarder and Martha Stewart on the organizational scale.
Also, I really need to purge more. Why do I have half the crap I do sitting in my house? I’ve gotten rid of half of my clothes…or at least it feels like it. I’ve thrown out at least three giant garbage cans full of random crap that had been collecting in the corners. Well, more like collecting in the boxes from when I moved three years ago and never bothered to go through before I moved the last time.
I just want it to be done and over with. I’m tired of being stressed out. I can’t enjoy the Halloween season because I’m worrying about the fact that I still need to clean out my garage.
No wonder no one wants to date me. I’m a huge ball of stress.