Honestly my life is fantastic right now I LITERALLY cannot understand why I feel like this today. I have a ton going on and all of it is good but somehow that’s still scary and so many of the good things that are happening are somehow scary anyway and I’m really ultra struggling. How y’all doing. Tell me something good that you’re up to this weekend and maybe your blooming will help distract me from whatever this ridiculous anxiety is coming from. It do be like that sometimes.
Moving again. It’ll be my 17th move, changing cities for the 7th time. I got my boxes a few weeks ahead of time and had one really productive day packing and was congratulating myself for a pace that was going to allow for a really well-planned move without any miscellaneous boxes that I tell myself I’ll sort through at the new place. Then, even though I have no intention of hiring anyone to do this, I looked up how long it would take professional movers to pack up my stuff and the answer was around 4 hours. That ended the productivity and feeling good about my handling of this task – I had already taken that long and could realistically finish the whole job on the last night, so I stopped. If I don’t manage to start again until the last night, it will be another messy move.
Damn that’s a lot of moving. Hopefully it’s for good reasons? Part of my stress also definitely involves a move. That shit is stressful
That’s a good question that I never really examined until you asked. The city moves were related to school and work, fairly typical stuff. Then there were 9 same-city upgrades, which seems high. I guess every time I get the renewal letter, it’s not just a rent hike, it’s a reminder that I’ll be free to choose again in the near future. I’m just renting an apartment for me, so there’s no mortgage involved and no kids to enroll in a new school district. I can see why people might not want to do this so often and I might settle down at some point, but I think it’s been worth it overall.
I am so bad at moving. I always end up packing up tons of books and things I don’t use on a regular basis super carefully. Then the day of the move, I’m tossing literally everything else I own into garbage bags and shoving stuff into nooks and crannies in the moving van. Last move, turns out I ended up leaving a bunch of stuff behind.