If you include moving in and out of the dorms, this is the 7th time I've moved in 5 years. Needless to say, I am tired of moving. I am tired of trying to clean out my stuff every time, putting things in and labeling boxes, playing Tetris with everything I own, and having the thought in the back of my mind that I'm probably just going to be doing this again in a matter of months.
In an attempt to comfort me, my mom was telling me that the year she was pregnant with me, she and my dad moved a whopping 6 times. In one year! That certainly puts some perspective on this move. After all that, my mom was adamant about them buying their own house and no longer having to deal with all that crap. (Boy, do I ever understand about housing drama but those are many tales for other times.) My parents are still in the house I grew up in and it's been almost 20 years since they last moved.
I hope I'm lucky enough to have no more than 2 or 3 more moves in my lifetime. I'm kind of envious of my friend Tammi, who just became a homeowner (and has been out of commission on her blogs for nearly a week) with her husband, but I'm reminded that she has a 5-year head start on me as far as establishing a household goes. I'm really looking forward to seeing the pictures of her new abode!
This week, I'm continuing to clear out the furniture via Craigslist and looking for/interviewing potential replacements. Hoping to have almost everything packed after this upcoming weekend and living out of a suitcase while sleeping on an inflatable bed in a nearly empty room. Heh, when you put it that way, packing almost sounds fun.
Also, I'm realizing that I have yet to write anything about relationships even though I was planning on having this blog geared partly in that direction. I will address this sometime this week as well.