I have 15.5 hours to compress my three (3) bedroom ranch into brown cartons for the movers. They are movers, not packers and movers.
It's amazing:
1. how much crap I have
2. how much clothing I have accumulated spanning sizes 6 to 12. I wish I was still a size 6.
3. how people who collect chachki move. Blessedly, I collect yarn, not knick knacks.
4. how miffed Max is about all this.
5. how I have moved well over twenty times in my life, and I still hate packing.
6. how as a result, I leave it to the last 15.5 hours.
Let's hope I find some kind of box for my TV.
Thankfully, my fiberglass sea kayak is already on the East coast.
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We must be long-lost sisters...I have always left packing to the 11th hour as well...I mean, how long could it possibly take?!? I hope the move goes smoothly, can't wait to hear how it goes!!!
I hope it all goes well. Just remember, it doesn't have to be perfect: it just needs to get done!
Good luck with the packing and move! :)
Good luck with the packing. Hope the moce goes well. I hate moving so I feel your pain - a good excuse for a clear out though.
It'll be over soon! Hang in there! Hugs!
I hate packing, too. It will all be over soon... then you get to unpack :-(
Hoping for a smooth move for you.
I'm going to assume that because you just commented on my blog you must have just finished all your packing in record time and now you're just killing time before packing up your computer at the last minute. Yep, that must be it.
Good luck with everything!
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