Ugh.
Well, it’s that time again. For the last 4 years, I have moved every 12 months like clockwork. Seriously, you could set your watch by my relocations. It’s always been just across town but still a hellish endeavor nonetheless. When I moved into my first apartment (a 550 sq. ft box) I had nothing but the bare essentials. 5 moves and 5 apartments later, I have enough stuff for a small army. I can’t even begin to explain how ready I am to settle down somewhere. Working in the apartment industry, I meet lots of people coming and going. I envy those who are able to move in or out of their apartment in one day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for everything I have but I wish it would all fit into one of those plastic space saver vacuum bag things. I wish I could put my sofa in a plastic bag and suck all the air out to compact it down to the size of a dime, only to have it removed and restored to full size and, of course, be completely unscathed. That was a long sentence, I apologize.
*Sigh* I am very excited about owning my home and settling in for a long time. I’m just really not looking forward to packing, transporting, then unpacking all this STUFF. God help me.
