Sweet bearded Jesus, I am so close to being done with the move. 75% of my possessions are in the new place, 20% have been donated to charity/thrown away, and the final 5% will be set on fire and thrown into the forest. Actually, it'd be best for everyone if i didn't have access to fire-making devices for a while. For the past few days, I have been a maniac with a dolly (the moving tool, not a baby doll); on any number of occasions, I was mere minutes from frothing at the mouth. After the tremendous pain in the ass the past few days have represented, I now actively hate all of my possessions. It wouldn't surprise me to wake up one night and find myself stuffing my socks down the garbage disposal out of spite.
The bad part about moving is that the actual moving process isn't that bad. The worst part is trying to locate everything once it's been moved into the new place. I seriously believe I'll be wearing dish towels like loin cloths for the next few weeks until I can find my clothes. Combine that with all of the pent-up frustration about the move, and I predict this snowballs into a Lord of the Flies situation that will culminate in me rolling a boulder onto my neighbor so I can take his shoes.
At the very least, the move was well-timed. This time next week, the only concern I'll have will be finding a Honduran who'll swap me some tequila for my passport. My week-long Latin American expedition leaves from Houston on Sunday, and it couldn't come a day sooner.
Posted by Cody at June 20, 2005 6:14 PM