Why seven? Because my brain is filled with packing styrofoam and seven is all I can think of. Hell, I just had to spell check “styrofoam” because I spelled it “styrophome”. I’m THAT out of it right now!

1. Gathering Moving supplies. I have made two trips to the liquor store to get boxes. Unfortunately each time I go I feel bad just asking for boxes without purchasing anything, so I buy a bottle… or two. It’s like when you are on a road trip and need to use a gas station restroom; if you don’t buy a candy bar or an energy drink you are kind of an ass.

2. Newspaper turns my hands black. I’m a little more like my three year old niece than I like to admit. I don’t like it when my hands are dirty. Wrapping breakable items in newspaper gives me black hands and it never fails that I touch my face and walk around looking like I clean chimneys for a living.

3. Running into ex-boyfriend memorabilia. You know how after a break-up you take the heartfelt gift the bastard gave you and hide it in a closet or a drawer? You’re not quite ready to just throw it in the trash because, well, it was heartfelt and/or expensive. Then you go to pack and you open up that closet or drawer and it is sitting there like, “hi, I’m here to remind you of the painful past” and you want to grab it and toss it in the nearest dumpster because now you ARE ready, but you can’t because your new boyfriend is standing 10 feet away. Awkward.

4. Begging strong men to help me move. OK, so I didn’t really have to beg. Luckily I have men in my life who are pretty much obligated to help me move. But still I feel bad and I am sure there are a million and one other things they would rather be doing.

5. Having to confront “get to it eventually” piles. I can’t imagine there are people out there who don’t have these. If there are, I don’t know them. The “eventually” part gets put into “now” when packing because, at least for me, I can’t don’t want to pack a box of random crap that I am going to have to sort out a month later when I finally get around to unpacking.

6. Putting the rest of my life on hold. When you have a deadline of having to be out of your place in 3 days you have to say “no” to everything else, that sucks balls. Oh, you are in town visiting and will be leaving tomorrow and won’t be back until Christmas? Sorry, I’m not sure where I packed my purse or my keys and I am pretty sure I can hear my cat trying to get out of the box ED must have “accidentally” packed her in, so I guess I’ll see you in four months.

7. Unpacking. Do I really need to say more? It’s like after you do laundry and you finally have clean clothes to wear. You spend all this time washing and drying them but you still need to fold them and put them away. IT’S NEVER ENDING!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Summer Bag full of complaints, Moving Blows