Dear god, I’m tired of moving. But I’m soooo close to being done and I can’t give up! Besides three pieces of furniture, I have roughly one box of my grandpa’s photos, a partially full box of still-in-use stuff in my bedroom, a partially full box of still-in-use stuff in the bathroom, towels, my printer, a box of kitchen stuff, whatever food I take, aaaaand…I think that might be it. I took everything else over to the new place. I packed up all my sex toys and not only did they fill a massive duffel bag, it was so heavy I had to use both hands to lug it!
I’m getting anxious over stuff just being piled in a corner at the new place but keep reminding myself, “Your goal is to move everything from point A to point B, that’s all. You can deal with it once you’re fully moved in.” I’m going to be living out of boxes until October when I can hopefully buy a dresser and some shelving. I’m so excited! I want this move to be over so I can just stop thinking about it. Then I can start thinking about nesting! And OH MY GOD WILL THERE BE NESTING!
I should be out of the trailer park within two weeks and that isn’t soon enough. I’ve discovered that some of my stuff had been stolen and on Friday there was a murder at the next trailer; I heard the gunshots. I can’t get out of here fast enough. Now do you understand how happy I am to be moving? Every time I walk through the door of my new apartment, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ll be fully moved in within a couple of weeks and I can just…collapse. I can collapse and say, “I’m home.”