The rally cry of the girl with problems

I hate moving, I just keep repeating that over and over. The only good part about moving is that quiet moment in your new home when it is completely empty of stuff and full of ideas. Then you drag in box after box of everything you already thought of and they crush your ideas under their weight of old newspapers and too much tape.
And, of course, those boxes had to be packed and all that stuff needs to be wrapped in newspaper (or, if you are marginally clever you can use the ACRES of table linens to wrap your stuff).
And, of course, you had to take the time to look at each thing and weigh its importance. Do I need an olive boat? Kind of… except I hate olives more than moving… but it is perfect for serving olives at cocktail parties… but when was the last time I threw any party, cocktail or otherwise? When was it? Oh! Yeah, it was back before my brain broke. Sushi party? I literally have every single thing that you need to throw an extravagant sushi party (except the big wooden boat!) I’ve got the teeny tiny soy sauce bowls, chopstick holders (2 sets), those little ceramic bits that hold the wasabi and gari, little ceramic soy sauce containers, plates and trays and all manner of sushi serving dishes and eating dishes and sake cups (though, I don’t have the wooden masu style cups… I don’t even like sake!). Am I ever going to through a sushi party? I hope so, I’m going to be that much closer to the ocean. But will I really?
And which books do I keep? Do I want to carry megatons of books across the country? That was easier than the serving dishes. You’d think we had some sort of low brow library of Alexandria judging by all the books that have been donated already and still there are too many left.
All of these things have to be boxed up and put in a truck and carried across the way and unloaded from the truck and unboxed and put away. At the other end I’m going to wonder what the hell I was thinking keeping the dvd of puppet porn (where did that come from? I can not remember!) or the ice crusher I never use but is so clever it’s worth keeping just in case.
I’ll be in Vermont next week, hopefully setting up a place to rent while we go house hunting. Then it’s back here and the final 6 weeks. Packing it up and going.
It’s totally going to be worth it.

One thought on “The rally cry of the girl with problems

  1. It IS going to be worth it even though moving is a giant pain in the ass. We recently helped a friend move, and the entire weekend we kept saying to one another, “Do you know what’s awesome about moving?” “Nothing.” or “Do you know what sucks about moving?” “Everything.” True, but so very nice once it’s finished!

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