This title is a bit deceiving. Moving does not suck. Moving is exciting- it’s a welcomed change. PACKING SUCKS.
Packing is the bane of my existence. Why do I have so much junk? Scratch that, it’s not junk. Why do I have so many little bits and pieces of things I didn’t use at all this year, but can’t seem to get rid of!? I am a sentimentalist I suppose. I also suppose that’s what pack-rats call themselves. I have no pictures of my packing, because everyone would be shocked at how un-organized it is. Sure cups can go in with clothes! And of course my books can go in with Dolce Dog’s treats and snacks. Why not? Who’s to tell me not to?
I am sad to be leaving the Dewey Darling Dwelling, but ready to move closer to the downtown area. This post has been a jumble of words, but this past week has been a jumble of life- figuring out where to move to, packing, repacking, cleaning the house, and work. Someday soon I’ll write down how much I loved the Dewey Dwelling and how much I’ve learned living here. I’ll also write down how much I hate unpacking. 🙂