Move

May 27, 2014 11:29

Moving house is such back-breaking work. It wasn't so tough when i first shifted into my 2-bedroom flat, because all i had to transport was clothes, and some belongings from mom's; plus i could move it over bit by bit. This time, clothes is the least of my worries.

What makes it exhausting is the packing of items into boxes, which i suspect won't be the worst part. Orchestrating the move on the actual day could very well kill me, especially since my new place isn't exactly in a condition that's near completion. It's getting there, but not quite yet.

Sometimes i wonder why i bother, even though i think i have the answers. I hope it wasn't a rash decision, because among the reasons was the fact i wanted to introduce a change in my life. I dislike whining about feeling bored and complaining about life, but really, i think my decision to move has something to do with boredom. It definitely isn't a major factor, but it has a role.

Secretly, i can't wait for the new place to be done up, so i can pretend it's a fresh phase of life i'm getting into, though i have absolutely no complaints about the current. I love my life. It most certainly isn't perfect, but nothing in life is.

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