Box, box, box. Move, move, move. That seems to be the rhythm of my life lately. First, I watched my boyfriend box stuff to move out to California. Then, I packed up my classroom in order to move to a different hall next year. Now, I’m packing up my 3-bedroom apartment to move to a smaller 1-bedroom apartment. The only one of these moves that was my decision is the last one. And it’s not as enjoyable as I originally pictured it would be. I think I’m burnt out on moving.
I am making the most of this opportunity (and the other opportunities) though. I have been using this move as an excuse to organize things better. I say better because they are already pretty well organized. However, I always see room for improvement when it comes to keeping things neat. I like my space to be functional and easy on the eyes. That requires organization.
I’m also using this time to downsize. When you have a 3 bedroom apartment by yourself for a year (the first year, I shared the space with my sister), you find a way to fill it. I’m not sure how one human and a dog can fill a space so big, but we have managed to take over the entire place. Downsizing to a 1 bedroom apartment is going to save me money and make me get rid of things I don’t need. It’s amazing how much stuff can accumulate when you’re not looking.
At some point you need to pack some of her things so she will know she is going also.
It's pretty easy to burn out on packing and unpacking, IMO. Furbaby's pretty cute though– any of my family's critters would be terribly concerned about being left behind at that point in the packing process!
She's knows she's going. She doesn't really seem to be too concerned about that. This isn't her first move though. She's seen things get packed for a move before.
She doesn't seem too concerned. This isn't her first move. I moved into the apartment about a month after getting her, so maybe that helps.
I am pretty burnt out on the packing process. Ready to get it over with at this point. It has been good for cleaning out though. 🙂