Tomorrow’s the big day; I’m moving into my new apartment.
Jesus, moving sucks. And this one’s going to be easier than the last one two months ago, since I got rid of a HUGE amount of stuff then, and I’ve gotten rid of even more stuff (mostly papers, non-perishable food, the cable box and socks with holes).
But it would be easier still if I didn’t have so much crap left. My fantasy is to divest myself of enough crap that I could live in an Airstream trailer or on a boat or in a small cabin.
Ha!
Goal for now: Move without hurting myself again. I think it can be done; I’ve got two people helping me move out of the sublet, so I can avoid going up and down the stairs until we get to the new place by doing a fire line down the stairs with me at the bottom, loading the car. Only one flight of stairs at the new place, with all three of us taking the stuff up. The kitties will be the last out of the sublet and the first into the new place, and this time I’ll be able to get them into the bathroom before we start so they’re safe and less stressed out.
Sucky thing: I won’t get cable and internet until Tuesday, and no cooking gas until Thursday. The power will be on, though! So the washer will work.
I agree, moving does suck. I just moved over 4th of July weekend with the help of my mom, sister, and brother-in-law. Moving down 3 flights of stairs and up 2 is no picnic, so I feel for you. Good luck!