Today is our last day in the current apartment. We’ve been packing for at least two weeks (I hate packing so much that I need an early start). Everything is boxed, old furniture has been taken out to the curb, the kitchen has been mercilessly scrubbed, and today we’re spackling and painting. Tomorrow the movers are coming, and I swear to god if it was going to be even one more day of this madness I would lose. my. mind.
Almost. Over. Almost. Over.
I sympathise. I have moved houses 9 times in the last 7 years, several of them across countries (4 different countries total). While after packing, unpacking occurs, soon you will be able to collapse on the floor of your new place, surrounded by boxes, and think “Made it”.
I will soon be a year in this last place, and I won’t be moving any time soon. I want at least two years without having had to pack all my earthly belongings into boxes!
Hey, we’re moving too! Well, hopefully. Crossing our fingers and hoping very hard to move, at any rate.
Are you moving to Brooklyn or somesuch?