In the words of Reel 2 Reel, “I like to move it, move it!”
Actually, I don’t. In fact, it’s quite the opposite - I HATE moving. Loathe it, in fact.
So why is it I’ve moved SO MANY FREAKING times??
Parents house –> McMaster Residence –>Parents house –> Camp Wahanowin –> Parents house –> Brock Union St. apartment –> Parents House –> Camp Wahanowin –> Parents house –> Brock Union St. apartment –> Brock Residence –> Storage & living out of a bag for 2 weeks –> Brock Tupper house –> Parents house –> Humber Malton house –> Parents house –> Humber 16th Street house… and now, to Timmins!
Count those, that’s like 17 moves over the last 6 years. Okay, in fairness 3 of those were half-moves (meaning I left half my stuff where it was, and only moved half). So 14 FULL moves.
The living room is 75% packed! The rest will get done after my new bed is delivered - so I don't have to keep a path clear.
By this time, I’m a pro at moving - I’m fast at packing, know exactly HOW to pack things, and clear garbage bags labeled with a sharpie are my best friend (they’re great for packing pillows, bedding, and clothes - and they act as a cushion for the glass coffee tables in the moving truck, bonus!
The kitchen is mostly packed, with a few notable exceptions: microwave, food, salad spinner, and a plastic keg thing.
But! - and there’s always a but - I am still the Queen of Procrastination, and laziness wins out over organization which is why I am sitting here in my mess of a bedroom, wondering where to even start packing!
My bedroom looks like a Tornado passed through - time to tackle this one for packing!
On the bright side - I finally have a place I’m moving to: It’s a one bedroom, upper level apartment. Roughly 500 square feet, utilities included, pets allowed, off-street parking, and REALLY close to my new office (bonus!). The only negative is there’s no washer or dryer (laundromat, here I come!) and it’s a little pricey, but I’ll deal with it for the other perks listed above (and since I needed a place this week!)