Moving Day

Soon, I will be moving. In fact, I'm moving in 10 days. Moving sucks. I did it about 6 times last year, so I suppose I should be thankful that I am only doing it once this year (hopefully, fingers crossed!). Instead, I am choosing to dwell on the fact that working 40 hours a week and doing other chores like eating, sleeping and maintaining sanity leave little time for packing. After all, not only do I have to pack, but I have to do all of the following as well:

• Change my address.
• Find someplace to store all my furniture.
• Cancel my cable.
• Cancel my gas and electricity.
• Find boxes to pack my stuff in.
• Wash everything in my house so that it can be properly packed (slip covers, throw rugs, curtains, etc.)
• Physically move everything out of my apartment to the house or the storage facility that is still to be determined.
• Spackle all the holes I put in the walls.
• Eat all the food in my refrigerator. It's really inconvenient to move it all.
• Find the balance between packing things I still need and not having to unpack them again later after I discover that I do actually need them still.
• Go through all the objects in my kitchen, DVD shelf, linen closet, etc. and try to remember what's mine and what's not.
• Clean all the carpets.
• Clean out my closet and dresser so that I don't have to move clothes that I don't intend to wear.
• Take my cat to Paul's house :(.
• Coerce my friends into moving my stuff -- some of it's really heavy, and big.

Anyway, you are now appraised of the severity of my situation. Please take pity on me in these time of trial and tribulation.