i’m starting to think a move as small a distance as the one i’m undertaking is almost worse than a long one. when you have to move a long way, you pack every single possession into containers, move it all at once, and you’re moved. done.

but since i’m just moving down the street, i didn’t get a bunch of boxes. i’m not moving all at once, because i can do lots of quick trips. but that means the week leading up to moving, i’m sitting around my apartment getting anxious and not being able to really do much, because there’s not much packing to be done.

the bookshelves and desk are cleared, and those will get moved this weekend. then all the things cleared off of them sitting around this apartment, will get carted over and reloaded onto the shelves in that apartment. then a few carloads of closet stuff. all the electronics freshly removed from the entertainment center get hauled down and reconnected. it’s so piece-meal i just want to get started right away so i can see empty space in my current place and feel like i’ve done something.

of course it all starts with the big-ass painfully large check i get to drop off saturday morning in exchange for the keys to the castle before the fun can really begin. and none of it will really be ‘fun’ until my girlfriend comes back from her business trip next week to start being my new roommate, which was the point of all this in the first place.

only one day of waiting to go!