Actually, I take that back.
Moving is worse than hell. Could you imagine moving for an entire eternity? That would suck to the highest level of sucktivity.
My move was hell for the following reasons:
*Out of the 6 folks who were all “yeah, I’d love to help you move!”, 3 canceled on me THE NIGHT BEFORE AND ONE CANCELED AN HOUR BEFORE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SHOW UP!
*Both apartments looked like war zones at some point, which sucks to live in.
*I am all bruised up and sore from all the heavy lifting that I had to do when folks flaked on me. I have a lovely bruise on my left forearm, both of my upper arms ache, my back is in more pain than normal, my thighs are sore, my butt is sore, my neck hurts….I could just go on and on.
However, there were some bright spots. Two people actually kept their word and came, and I called someone in tears cause of my cancellations and he came to help too, which was good. And the actual moving parts from start to finish only took 2.5 hours with 4 people.
Beyond that, how the hell did I get so much crap? I filled a 16 foot truck with my stuff, and then I had to make 20 trips to the dumpster, and that’s after I gave away a ton of stuff to Goodwill and a friend. My packrat nature must be stopped, this is unnatural, I simply cannot save everything.
And the new place is great. I’m writing from my second bedroom right now, which is now the computer room/guest room/large storage area. I’m exploring my new neighborhood, today I visited my neighborhood Publix, which is much different from the store by my old place.
I’ve unpacked a bit, but I have no idea where my work clothes are, and I should figure that out before I have to be up tomorrow at 5AM for work.