When I was young, moving was an adventure.
It started with shopping for houses... what a concept!! Walking around in strange places and imagining what your life would be like if you lived there. I imagined glorious backyards, new neighborhoods, and all the ways that I could decorate my new room. When I moved from my first house, we packed all of our things into boxes, put them in a huge truck, and found ourselves in rooms full of clean slates... white walls, beige carpets, and a backyard full of dirt. My parents were artists to me... they took these clean walls and made them into something and they made it look so easy. Boy that backyard is boring... let's put a pool in there with some palm trees and rocks! Blank room? Look at these lights and draperies! Make it all look so royal and grand!
The old house, well, it was homey but this new place is fresh and just waiting for the memories!
Then there was moving to college. It was work but, hey, you had a place all your own. You paid for room and board but nothing else and WOW... let's be creative and see what we can do with such little space! Not to mention.... and need I mention? ... no parents!! Woohoo! Score!
Then it came to a first apartment... well, there was a studio crap shack, but let's forget that for a moment and move beyond :) .... a first apartment!
That was a lot of work too... actually it was a LOT of work... when I did I acquire so much junk? Where does this go? Do I even WANT this anymore? I kept THAT??
And... I need a couch? A table??
What???
And... bills? Utilities? What the heck are those? And cable? You mean, you can't plug in the television and BAM ... basic cable???
And ... a moving truck? Do I really have THAT much? How much does THAT cost?
Wait... when did moving suddenly kinda suck?
Just when I think I'm slightly settled somewhere I have now found myself moving again and facing a whole side of trouble... moving addresses as well... I mean, all those bills got to find you somehow right? And Netflix movies too!
So, I've basically realized, particularly with this last move, that moving is no longer an adventure swirling in possibilities and fun... it's a whole lot of sweat, boxes, dust, and large couches that don't make it through doors... and cursing dads.
Yea..... moving sucks.
But... you should TOTALLY see my new apartment... it's SWEET!!! :)
(Picture captions.... Top: the remaining boxes to be unpacked... Bottom: the empty souls of the rest of the boxes... anybody moving soon and need one?)
