Burn it all!

[chicken]

When you are packing to move, do you ever reach the point of exhaustion at which you just want to throw up your hands and burn it all? The point at which your worldly possessions start to see more like an albatross around your neck than anything remotely precious? Where you just want to grab the cats and the Whedon DVDs and just run?

We packed ten boxes last night, and did a whole bunch of laundry, but it all just feels like the futile tip of the iceberg even after having done this same thing almost every night for the last week. There are only eight packing days left!

The good news is that we are done painting the new bathroom and bedroom (pink and yellow respectively -- we are such GIRLS). All that's left painting-wise is three more days of toil on the dining room (which will be primed and then painted a nice Peachy color).

Comments

[chicken-cem.livejournal.com]

which i'm assuming is a luxury you don't have

Correct. I've had that luxury before and liked it, but not this time. However, since the new landlord gave us keys around the first of April, we've had a whole month of access to the place to paint and move in little dribblets of things. So that makes up for it.

in my bedroom alone

I know -- it's as if the bedroom or apartment is a Tardis and can somehow fit much more stuff into it than it ought to!

[karenor.livejournal.com]

it's as if the bedroom or apartment is a Tardis and can somehow fit much more stuff into it than it ought to!

it's SO true. my stacks of stuff have stacks of stuff on them!