5/22//13
This is just really a mindless ranting/venting post at 4 in the a.m. I knew moving would be like this but it’s been really tough today. I have had my fair share of moves in my lifetime and they never are fun but I have never ever, ever tried to put everything in one car. Oh and by the way, move everything in that one vehicle to another freaKIN’ COUNTRY! Ugh! Stress is high and I’m just running short on time. I have 3 days to be out of my apartment. Uh…but no pressure, hon. RIGHT!
The place is a mess. I have managed to separate one side of my living room into things I will potentially take (lots of those things may still get the axe if I feel the pressure of having to pick and choose what goes into my little trusty Sentra) and things that I will see if a consignment store will come and get. I have finally managed to clean out one of my bedrooms, its closets (which is saying alot considering I’m a clothes whore) and the coat closet. And when I say clean, I mean I’ve separated out the things that I will take with me, vs. what is going over my mom’s house and what is going to be sold/consigned. There are things that are in each of those “cleaned” rooms but what’s left is not a concern as far as packing them into my ride.
So, it now leaves me with 3 more rooms to go through. A bathroom which I somewhat cleaned out already and just have small things in. A second bedroom which is what has the most stuff in it. It has things in it that will give me the most headache on deciding what to take. It was kinda the storage room for all the things that I take with me on every move I make. All the keepsake items. Which makes it harder to decide on what to keep and what to throw away because you wind up wanting to keep all of it. Then, the next dilemma to hurdle over will be what can fit in my car and what won’t. I look around and everything I see that I want to put in the “keep” pile overwhelms me. It just feels like none of this stuff is going to fit into my car. I’m hoping I’m stressing over nothing and somehow everything will morph itself into fitting in some form or fashion. Thankfully, a friend at work (oops…excuse me, my former place of employment. Yes!) told me about getting the car luggage that you can strap on roof of your vehicle. What a fabulous idea that was. Still wondering why I didn’t think of that myself. What a colossally, humonganoid, awesome idea. So it has saved me on shoes and a couple of shelves I want to take. Maybe those should go. I will after all be able to probably buy those in Mexico. Sorry, talking to myself, but maybe that’s what I will do. If push comes to shove, those will go to the consignment shop too. Anywho, as I was saying….Well, what was I saying? I’m so exhausted. I’m barely able to rub two brain cells together. Guess I’ll make some more headway with packing tomorrow. This post made me feel a little better. Thanks for listening. Good talk.
*If there are any misspellings, unintentional offenses or incomplete thoughts/sentences in this post, I do apologize. Getting those two brain cells together is quite challenging at the moment as I am running on gas fumes for energy.
