I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving.
That should tell you how I’m doing today. I have done a lot of the packing, but have a couple of important things I need to do, like cancel internet service, and call the water guy to pick up the water cooler tomorrow morning (and to pay him for the weeks during which I didn’t order water), and of course there’s always just a couple of more boxes to get done. But this time, it really is something like just six or seven more boxes and a few backpacks to fill, computer hardware aside, some trash to toss, recyclables to haul downstairs, and the fridge to empty. I’m definitely in the home stretch, whatever that means, but it’s more than a day’s work for someone who really needs a few short hours of nothing as a break for the mind. I’ve been at this for twelve hours now, with little interruption.
Yes, yes, the positive. The worst is over. I’m well on my way to finishing my packing. But I still hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving. I hate moving.