Moving Sucks Ass

So the act of moving, not in the sense of moving ones limbs, but the idea of taking everything you own, boxing it up and taking it to a remote place, sucks. It sucks a lot and I don’t wish to do it anymore. A year and a half went by and the idea of moving thrilled me at first, but then when I started doing it, I remembered why I hated it so much. Especially when I have to work for most of the day, then come home and pack until 00:00 or 01:00. Then drive to work for 40 miles again the next morning. It is how tired I get doing it that makes me hate it. I feel like I have been running a marathon for the last month. This has been by far the most stressful move ever. The first time sucked, but it wasn't as much stuff as this time. We accumulated stuff, we bought furniture and crap that people buy with their disposable income. Besides the amount of energy that goes into packing, I really hate it when I can't find a goddamn pattern for the items that are left over. The efficiency and speed of packing is like the exponential function, it raises to one then converges to zero easily. The reason is the amount of stuff that can be packed together as a group or category diminishes quickly and easily, then you are left with all the crap that doesn't fit a category and this screws me over. I don't know what to do with all that shit so eventually I create unmarked boxes of random crap. It takes forever because none of it should be together in a box! Snow globes and sanitizing spray? Wtf those shouldn't go in a box, but where else can it go. So I just lump it all together and haul it off.

I am exhausted... and I have to go to work tomorrow TBIF (Thank Buddah It's Friday... why not?).