Feb 20, 2009 01:48
I'm slowly wrapping my brain around the fact that I'm going to be living with Yoric again on a full-time basis in just a few short weeks. That really does fill me with excitement.
Then I realized I have to pack. And move. A-fucking-gain. The moving, it does not make the 'chimes a happy guinea.
I very bravely plowed into it this evening; got boxes all stacked together in the basement, they're ready for moving. Then threw a minor hissy fit and snapped at a very patient Yoric, who talked me down from my cranky, and got me back in a productive frame of mind. Sorted 2.5 bags of papers into 1, got all fabric bunched around 1 box (I actually thought I could make it all fit in 1, but I kept finding MORE!), clothes for consignment set aside, as well as books that will be departing this house. It was a good first step.
I just have to remember that I DO have some time on this move, and the better I do now, the better the unpack will be.
And general FYI: Major moving days will be March 4th, 5th and 6th. We'll be getting a van for at least 1 of those days, and assistance with large furniture would be valued and rewarded with noms.
Going to stop thinking about it now, before my head goes 'splodey.
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