Either gremlins have eaten a ton of our flattened-and-saved cardboard boxes (yes, we save them: a habit held over from dorm living), or we have accumulated a TON of extra useless crap in the three years we have been in this apartment.
Which means we get to [a] spend a whole lot of money and buy more boxes; [b] make a whole lot of trips across town with my car full of random crap for which we could not find a box; [c] move everything in stages where we pack the boxes full, move them across town, unpack them, bring the empty boxes back, lather, rinse, repeat; or [d] find empty boxes by (1) begging coworkers, (2) dumpster diving, or (3) stealing them from bums.
I hate moving.
You forgot [e] throw away all the extra crap you’ve accumulated.
There’s only so much crap I can throw out without B noticing. But you had better believe that I am testing that line.
I know the feeling, as I am going through it also currently.
Moving from Alaska to Ohio was bad, now Ohio to Washington isn’t worse, its just harder to pack good, my mom isn’t here to do it! lol
Moving is a pain in the neck. Schedule yourself a massage appointment as a reward! =-)