So I am smack in the middle of the Great Move of '09, and all I can say is I cannot wait for it to be over.
This is the first time I've ever tried to do the packing and moving charade on my very own -- you may recall that last year's move was completely orchestrated by the company. All I had to do was unpack, which isn't so bad. Every move before that, my life coach aka mother has been around at some point for a few days to crack the whip over my head to get me to put my things in boxes.
I gave myself over a month to do this move, and while there's still three weeks left, I am moving waaaay too slowly. Packing has been way harder than I ever remember it being. Part of it is I'm trying to actually comb through what I'm putting in boxes and throw/give as much stuff away as I possibly can. Roomie and I are seriously contemplating a yard sale soon because we have so much nice stuff that we don't want anymore. I wish I could have that yard sale tomorrow -- I'd sell most of what I have just to not have to pack it.
One interesting thing about this round of packing is that I am encountering way too many memories of the Modern Ex: photo albums, ticket stubs, stuffed animals he gave me -- basically five years of accumulated stuff. It's not a problem emotionally, I just don't know what to do with it all. Do I throw it away? Do I keep it for posterity's sake? The internal debate is slowing me up quite a bit.
Not to mention I keep getting distracted by cuddly puppy dogs, parties and dinners with friends and a cute boy who for some reason keeps wanting to take me out. And I plan on celebrating my birthday this year, which takes another day or two out of the moving equation. And my cousin is coming to visit. And oh yeah, and I go to BlogHer in two weeks, which eliminates five days. I haven't even thought about what parties I'm going to attend at BlogHer because of the aforementioned move, dog, friends and cute boy.
Saturday is the big day in that I have real, professional movers coming to put all of my furniture and whatever I have boxed up on a truck and unload it in the new house. I wish I could say that would be everything I own, but I have a feeling I'm still going to have to cajole some friends with pizza and beer at some point, which was exactly what I was trying to avoid. Sigh.
And then there's the whole bit about unpacking.
I know it will all get done, even if it kills me. I haven't missed a deadline yet. Still, all I really want to do is spend a whole day on my couch reading a book and sipping lemonade. And maybe getting caught up on my blogreader. Please, please, please don't hate me for being so behind on your blogs.