In the middle of our floor, between the living room and the dining room, is a large pile of cardboard boxes. They are something of an eyesore, yes, but more than that, they are clear evidence of a big huge project that has yet to be begun. We brought these boxes home last night and the plan is that we will put all of our things in them. It’s daunting. I look at them and I feel daunted. And taunted. I’m pretty sure the boxes are judging me for letting them sit in the middle of the room and not doing anything with them.
And it must be done because we are moving next weekend. And no, we have not yet found the apartment of our dreams, but because we currently live in the apartment of someone else’s dreams and we sold it to them, we have to leave. So we’ve found a month-to-month rental in a basement suite so we can continue searching for the perfect home at leisure without having to live in a park while we do it. Call me soft, but I don’t think I have it in me to live in a park.
It means we have to move twice though, which is a shame. Moving is up high on that list of big stressful life things – up there with death and divorce and dentist appointments. I’d imagine that living in a park is more stressful though – all those squirrels and whatnot.
I’m excited though. I love change. I hate the process of moving, but I LOVE decorating. I can’t wait to pick a new apartment to buy so I can start being focused in my dreams of decorating. But even moving to the rental, there’s the fun of finding places for things. Like where should the mugs go? I love that.
But first thing is first. Must fill all the boxes.
7 thoughts on “The boxes are staring at me. And I think they’re judging me too.”
UGH 😛 I hate moving! So I feel your pain. I love the decorating but hate the moving. It took me so long to get motivated to pack my things in boxes (mainly b/c I loved my little house) but the date looming overhead of when I had to be out got me going. Best of luck to you!!
Moving is the WORST. You never really know how much crap you have accumulated until you have to move it. Good for you for embracing change! I hope you find the apartment of your dreams soon. 🙂
Thank you. I hope so too. Also, moving isn’t really the worst. I think you’re confusing it with Nazis. Don’t worry though; I’m sure lots of people make the same mistake.
Moving, Nazis, tomato tomahhhto. 😛
I’m the same way. Moving is exciting, and I love to mix up the old routines a bit and start fresh. Yet it is exhausting. Every time I do it, I say this is the last move, but it never is. I’m already plotting my next one. 🙂
I think it’s one of those things where your brain makes you forget how bad it is so that you can do it again. Like what I’ve heard of childbirth.