So, we are moving! We are taking our over stressed and over worked derrières and we are getting out of the city. And it is about damn time.
But now the packing begins. Finding this house came rather unexpectedly and it being mid month already, everything is happening rather instantaneously. Two weeks left. Two weeks!! Gasp
I seemed to be relatively amped, for lack of a better word, at first. Rushing out to buy moving boxes and tape and permanent markers. But my little flame faded very fast.
I have been attempting to pack my studio for two days already and does not seem that I am getting anywhere. Between doing odd tasks and the cats who got it in their heads that everything is a new play area for them (one word: boxes). Oh and let’s not forget my short attention span.
In essence, my packing consists of way too much coffee, cat tickles, watching series, discovering new and fascinating books/music/games that I have forgotten about and a lot of “I don’t really need this, let’s throw it out”. I assume that my 20 boxes will be scaled down to about 5 at the rate I am going now.
Could packing not be like in the movies? Laughing, drinking wine, rolling around in bubble wrap, making snow angels in tiny polystyrene packaging balls and most importantly, drinking wine.
In spite of all the mundane packing tasks, I am extremely excited, and catch myself thinking about our new home constantly. How happy we will be there. How much fun the fur-kids will have.
Guess it is time for me to get back to it… Right after I have watched a few more episodes of Hannibal, and had another cup of coffee, and cuddled the dog