Packing...How I Loathe Thee
I hate packing and I hate moving. You just get comfortable and then you turn everything topsy turvy and start trying to cram it into a new space and find out the couch doesn't fit and you own far too many books. I look forward to the day I walk into a space and breathe a sigh of relief, and call it my final destination, and just know that's where all my stuff is going to live for a long while.
I'm at least 14 months away from that, for the moment at least. I keep reminding myself that this change is temporary, but at the same time, I have an innate need to be comfortable and settled in my space. I have a desire to nest. Not to nest in order to bring forth young, but to nest in order to reach comfort. It's like the guy equivalent of wanting to sprawl on the couch in your boxers with a beer and the football game on a Sunday. I just want to have things arranged in an order that makes some sense to me rather than have to cobble together an existence that involves needed items dwelling at the bottom of boxes.
And the sad part: I don't move out (officially) until the middle/end of September! I'm packing in advance so when shit hits the fan at work, I don't have to panic and try to make it work and get it all done.
The first step is the hardest, so now I'm going to start shoving books in bags and books in a rather unceremonious fashion. Blargh.
I'm at least 14 months away from that, for the moment at least. I keep reminding myself that this change is temporary, but at the same time, I have an innate need to be comfortable and settled in my space. I have a desire to nest. Not to nest in order to bring forth young, but to nest in order to reach comfort. It's like the guy equivalent of wanting to sprawl on the couch in your boxers with a beer and the football game on a Sunday. I just want to have things arranged in an order that makes some sense to me rather than have to cobble together an existence that involves needed items dwelling at the bottom of boxes.
And the sad part: I don't move out (officially) until the middle/end of September! I'm packing in advance so when shit hits the fan at work, I don't have to panic and try to make it work and get it all done.
The first step is the hardest, so now I'm going to start shoving books in bags and books in a rather unceremonious fashion. Blargh.