in case you're wondering I'm singing 'bout growing up, 'bout giving in
Almost totally packed now. My room is still a mess. Things here and there that don't fit well into any box or space bag. Tomorrow is Moving Day #1. The goal of tomorrow: get everything except bed, toiletries, stereo and necessary clothes moved to new house.
I hate moving. HATE. I hate having to completely empty my living space and compress it into boxes and bags and move it from one place to another with the knowledge that I'll just be doing it all again soon. Not to mention that last few times I've moved, it means that either I'm going far away from people I love or people I love are going far away from me, which makes the whole thing a bit melancholy.
The worst part about this whole move is that I'm still fighting whatever bug it is that I caught that seems to have progressed into a mild case of bronchitis. I can guarantee that I'll be exhausted by the end of the day tomorrow.
I hate moving. HATE. I hate having to completely empty my living space and compress it into boxes and bags and move it from one place to another with the knowledge that I'll just be doing it all again soon. Not to mention that last few times I've moved, it means that either I'm going far away from people I love or people I love are going far away from me, which makes the whole thing a bit melancholy.
The worst part about this whole move is that I'm still fighting whatever bug it is that I caught that seems to have progressed into a mild case of bronchitis. I can guarantee that I'll be exhausted by the end of the day tomorrow.