Yay, escrow closed! The move is on Tuesday. I can't wait to see my dogs scampering around their own yard.
But first I have to pack.
Why do I hate it so much? I'm compulsively organized, so you'd think I would relish putting my world in square neatly labeled boxes. But I HATE it. HATE HATE HATE. It is endless and boring and why oh why did I collect all of this stupid hockey memorabilia? Or these stupid stupid books? Why do I have SO MANY shoes? And electrical cables and plugs and gimcracks I don't even know what they are for? Christmas decorations, Halloween decorations, EASTER DECORATIONS????? What was I thinking? A massive collection of china, why do I collect china? Every surface covered with boxes, stickers and endless endless bubble wrap and tape. ARGH!!! And at the back of the last china cabinet...
... Yay, I found the alcohol.
I can pack tomorrow.
Any hints on how to make it bearable would be appreciated.
