So you
live in this one
place. But at the end of the
month you'll live at this other place. Assuming that these two places are somewhat geographically disparate, all of your
stuff will have to somehow get from the old place to the new place. This is called
moving.
Sounds simple, right?
Wrong. Moving can be the most terrifying, soul-rending, raw experience in your life. Depending on your moving style and frequency of relocation, the following realizations can bring you to your knees:
- I just put my entire life in boxes
- Everything I need to survive will fit in the trunk of a car
- Almost anything is subject to breakage
- It really doesn't take a lot of jostling for a glass thing to break
- My clothing, personal hygeine products, and glasses are all in separate boxes and I have to be at work at 8am tomorrow
- What goes into a box, eventually will have to come out of a box
- All boxes sort of look the same
- If you don't tell the phone company, power company, post office, (insert misc. utility here) about your move in a way that they can understand it then service will be interrupted. Oh, and they get to ask you for more money when you move.
I will likely add to this list of
horrors as I continue my current
move.