So I do… I hate moving, I hate the process of living in boxes for the week prior to leaving, I hate the gloomy feeling of walking around my room trying not to trip on boxes and looking for something to do now that everything but my computer and school binders is packed!
Moved over 5 times in hardly more than three years, every time having to wittle down the quantity of junk I own, so now I’m leaving for England with two suitcases and one or two boxes labelled for my parents to bring in their luggage in July. Hopefully there’ll be one last move in the next year, when we finally buy our own place somewhere in England, then I don’t want to move for a while!!
At least our apartment in England is nice, and I don’t start humming the Mile End song every time I walk out the door of our flat! *keeps from complaining more about the crappiness of the Ottawa apartment — see previous posts for that* Lawrence Moorings is beautiful and so relaxing most of the time, and my only roommate will be the nicest boy ever! 😀
I need to go pile up my boxes in the living room so I can guage whether I need to ask friends to help or if we’ll have enough of my current helpers! Tonight’s the big move, I should get working!