There's stuff everywhere!

You know, I am going to go ahead and claim that after having packed 12 moving boxes and you can almost not tell that I've packed anything, it's because I'm amazing at storage at home and NOT that we have too much stuff. Just, stuff.

Because I don't really think we have too much stuff. One cannot have too many candle holders, right? And I haven't even started on the kitchen yet. Also, bf does no packing because he's all like "You're so much better at it than me" which is true and "you don't trust me with that anyways" which is also true but it still puts a lot of pressure on me to finish this place up before the deadline.

And I have to be finished by the deadline, because I think we all at some point in the past have gone to help someone move and when you get there, they haven't even dissembled like the livingroom or anything. What's up with that, dude? There's no TIME for packing shit on the day you're moving! Moving day should be exactly like it sounds. For moving. Not going through the garage after stuff you think about throwing away, or drinking too much coffee.

"So, how about a cup of coffee then?" is not kosher around my parts of the moving buisness. In my family, that has moved a lot, there's one word for moving day: efficiency. You do your shit and THEN, when you're finished, there's time for pizza and coffee and vegging out on your malplaced couch in the wrong corner of the livingroom because everyone's too lazy to walk upstairs with boxes until they have to.

Anyways, I sold my old sofa. With grief. Why is it that we move to a bigger place and still have to get rid of furniture? My entire dorm room is on its way out the door, damnit! My old TV/TV-bench is disappearing, the couch is sold, my coffee table is sold, my old little bookshelf that I kept in the bathroom is probably not fit for our house, my glittery wonderful lavalamp is getting old, the old Xbox that gave me the opportunity to laugh myself through three seasons of How I Met Your Mother (yes, when I did, there was only three seasons of HIMYM) is probably soon gone. It just feels a little sad. I loved living in one room, I had everything I wanted and I could see everything and my livingroom was my office and my office was my bedroom and the bathroom, well it was only the bathroom. But I loved it. Cramming all my stuff into one little space. Now we'll have five rooms, two bathrooms, one kitchen, laundry room, big hallway and a stair!

For yet another phase of my life, I'm able to say that it was easier before (even though we know that's only part truth).

I'm gonna go pack another 12 boxes and then we'll see if I even get closer to being finished or not. Hmm.