just put my life in a box, why don't you?
If it weren’t for the actual moving part, I think I might love to move. It’s exciting…like starting a grand adventure, where I get to decorate a new space. To pick out new colors and shop for all the accessories, spending money like it’s water and I’ve been walking through a desert, until my husband discovers what I’m up to and puts a stop to it right away! (Deep breath)
Well…I try to avoid detection, but he always catches on eventually.
But before I can get to the fun and exciting parts, I have to suffer through the not so fun or exciting parts. The actual moving part.
Mike and I spent the lion’s part of the day packing up everything in the pantry. I have no idea how I’d amassed such a large quantity of Rice A Roni…or when I was planning on cooking this stockpile of the San Francisco treat, but now that I’ve won the bet and I’m not cooking anymore, I’ll let someone else worry about that. Besides, it’s all packed now.
Once we’d made a dent in the pantry, Mike shifted his focus to packing up the books, and more than ten good-sized boxes later, they’re packed too. I’d like to say we’re well on our way to being done, but the truth is, we have a long way to go. Lucky for me we have three weeks to get it done.
If only I wasn’t a chronic procrastinator.
Until the next time…I’ll be packing!