i find myself very lucky and fortunate to not have to go through the hassle of packing, moving, unpacking, repeat yet again. obviously, unless i plan on staying here forever, it will occur at least once more in my lifetime. i'm just happy that i can sit back in my air conditioned apartment and look at all of the new tenants below carry in their floral mattresses and balsa wood furniture and rubbermaid tubs full of nick nacks. on a 90-degree day. in august. at 4:37 in the afternoon. man it's hot.
i will admit though that on some crazy level, i enjoy moving, for no other reason than a change of scenery. some places just get old and you have no other choice but to relocate. monotony does not a healthy life make. did that make sense? oh well. you understand.
for the most part though, i hate it.
and what i hate the most, you ask? packing! it's such a waste of time, because as soon as you get it to your new place, you just going to unpack it again. why can't landlords be nice and convenient for a change and allow you a little bit of overlap you can you just move things one at a time instead of packing box upon box upon box. ugh! at least i don't have to worry about that for another 365 days. hooray for full-time jobs that allow me nice things. :)
