January 14, 2008 | | Home is where the heart is, Personal stuff

Well, yesterday was our official move-in and as expected it sucked. Lugging a car load of shit up the stairs to our new apartment about killed us, so I don’t know how we’ll be feeling on Thursday when we have a u-haul full of heavy furniture. But we were able to fit a surprising amount in our car (thanks to fold down rear seats, I love our car!). We’re trying to take the heaviest stuff in the smaller loads so that we won’t kill ourselves on Thursday. We’re doing another car load on Tuesday including two of the cats. Then we’re picking up the u-haul on Thursday and taking the rest and last cat (shh, the new apartment management thinks we only have two). We STILL have to come back here on Saturday to clean the shit out of this apartment or they are going to charge us an arm and a leg. That makes 4 trips in one week. It’s only two hours (one way), but I’m already tired of the damn drive.

I just want this to be OVER. I still have so much packing to do, though. And boxes are freaking expensive! We’ve never had to buy boxes before because my boyfriend used to work at a store and we could take the old boxes their products were delivered in. We brought up all our books and I literally dumped them out on the middle of the floor so that we could bring the boxes back and reuse them. It’s going to suck having to pick up and reorganize my books, but I am NOT paying hundreds of dollars for some damn cardboard. It’s ridiculous. I brought the rest of the stuff in old Target bags. I knew there was a reason I was keeping those.

I’m trying to get work done in the mean time, but it’s pretty much impossible. I’m one of those people that cannot function if my house is a mess. Right now there are boxes strewn around everywhere and things sitting in random places. All I want to do is clean up but I can’t because there’s hardly room to walk, much less clean anything. You better bet that I will have everything unpacked next weekend. I’ll kill myself unpacking if it means my OCD will finally calm the fuck down and I can stop stressing so much.

I’m trying to take things one step at a time, focusing just on what needs to be done the next day because I know planning every little detail of the next week is idiotic. Plans will be changed at the last minute and I will have to roll with that. It’s definitely overwhelming to make a move to a new city within a two week span, but I’d much rather have it done with faster than have to deal with this mess and disorganization for a longer time.

Tags: apartment, disorganization, moving, OCD, packing

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