It's not the "moving"
It's not the "moving" part of moving that really bothers me. It's the packing and cleaning. Here I sit, laptop laying on my desk chair (which is the lone piece of still assembled furniture in my apartment). I have packed up all the stuff I care about, and thrown away the other half. Now I'm surrounded by little things that probably aren't worth moving, but I can't bear to part with them... They're my "gray" possessions.
After I load up the car, I get to spend all day cleaning my apartment. Hell. Pure Hell. I brought this on myself though, I didn't do ANYTHING to prepare for this until 12 hours ago, when I half-heartedly disassembled my bed, and then rewarded myself with a snack.
After I load up the car, I get to spend all day cleaning my apartment. Hell. Pure Hell. I brought this on myself though, I didn't do ANYTHING to prepare for this until 12 hours ago, when I half-heartedly disassembled my bed, and then rewarded myself with a snack.
posted by Snubligent at 2:04 AM
2 Comments:
I feel you on that one. I've moved too many times to count and the post-move-out clean-up is the worst part. Plus, it's always followed by the pre-move-in clean-up.
I threw out about 15 garbage bags full of crap over the last two days. I feel... liberated. I had way too much stuff.
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