Packing, packing. Oh how I love packing. Slight exaggeration, packing/moving is the most frustrating thing in the world. At least at this moment in my life.
Honestly if our apartment wasn't so small I think I would live in it for the rest of my life to avoid ever moving again. But here we are, packing boxes to the ceiling, realizing we have to much crap, and stressing about who is going to help us move. Then thinking about where Dan gets in to grad school will decifer where we will move next, it's a constant cycle. You don't realize how good all of you 'settled down' people have it. Never having to think about moving. That shall be my new goal in life, to be settled down in a house and never moving again.
I am very thankful for all the help that we will be receiving on Saturday; I was surprised, when Dan sent out a text, how many people said they would love to help us. Maybe it's payback, because Dan always likes to volunteer for those opportunities when they arise, so thankfully we get to be the receiver of such great service. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
My main stress is that I will be at work while all of this wonderful moving will be taking place. I would like to be there so I can be in charge and boss everyone around and make sure no one is breaking my stuff, but I will pray that everyone is considerate enough to try to be careful... and I'm loading my car full of everything that I am too controlling to let anyone else touch. Trying to illiminate the stress.
