#move from hell

Move (Almost) Complete. Just the little things left to do.

So in true Failed Grown Up fashion, I’m still moving. I have a good 95% of my things here at the new apartment, but there’s still a car load or two at Castle DumpsterFire. There’s not much there, just the things that I really can’t unpack here (or that I forgot to grab). I have my baking things (which I can’t unpack until I get another bookcase to put them on), a few onesies, my memory box,…

Thoughts I’ve Had While Packing Today

Sorry for the bad grammar and spelling, but I’m writing in the kitchen today on my phone while going through boxes for the move.

-why do I have so many bags of chocolate chips? How many different kinds of chocolate chips does one person need?

-how long does it take for Skor bits to solidify into one giant chunk? Cuz my bag of Skor bits is exactly that old.

-when the hell did I buy…

Moving Day is Coming Fast, and I'm a big ball of nervous energy leading up to it. Maybe I'm stressed? Maybe it's because I'm nine raccoons in a people suit, and raccoons don't do well with formal moving?

So, a quick update into the moving process right now.

I hate moving. I hate having to sort through things, get rid of things, pack things, haul everything to a new place all at once. I think that’s why my last move and this one have been slow moves. While I hired movers to take my furniture and books (cuz there’s no way in hell I’m lugging a dozen boxes of books to a second-floor walk-up),…

Move From Hell: My Move Here

So far, today sucks. The battery in the smoke alarm downstairs was supposed to be changed over the weekend. Normally, that responsibility would fall on whoever is living in the bedrooms downstairs. Apparently, the guy living in the basement has never had a smoke detector in his house before. Neither has the creepy dude on the main floor with us. The battery is low enough it’s making that beep…

Move From Hell: Moving back to Windsor

My roommates are driving me crazy. I know I say that a lot, but it’s true. Every day I feel my sanity slowly slip further and further away from me. Yet, I stay here. Is it because I love this house? Because this is the only real home I’ve known for years? Because I have some sort of connection to this place? Well, a bit. But mostly, I really REALLY hate moving. You see, in all my years of moving…