I hate moving. No, I really do hate it.
We move in a week. We pick up the keys on Wednesday, but we don't actually get everything in the door until Saturday. This weekend we are moving crap into the storage room, which will make things so much easier. I have to admit though, there is so much left to pack and I am so beyond tired. Today my intention was to pack more stuff, but after I put clothes in the wash and did dishes, I just couldn't keep my damn eyes open practically. I had to nap. And I have horrible insomnia to boot. No matter how much sleep I get the night before and whether I nap during the day or not, I cannot sleep at night. It's not helping my energy. And moving is just stupid. You put stuff in a box, then you take it to a new house and you take stuff out of the box. I am excited about the new, clean apartment, but not about all it is going to take to get there. I know I am not actually going to be any of the moving myself (we hired movers) but still. All of the packing/unpacking crap is on my shoulders. That is hard enough. And I am so tired I can hardly type straight. So goodbye.