Does anyone out there actually love moving?? God... what a pain in the butt. I feel like I've just been packing and pack and I'm not getting anywhere.
This packing and shifting things is driving the animals nuts. They don't know what to do and are acting all strange. River has eaten my FAVORITE little wooden figurine that my uncle gave me (RIP Mr. One Eyed Kangaroo) and my stieff seal, which barrister nicely dropped in her lap off of my dresser.
I just want to be done with this. Its going to take forever. Joe wants to do a bunch of work on the move on Friday after I get form home and he gets home, but I just don't see it happening to the mass amount he's seeing. I can't see myself going to work all day, and then working moving stuff for quite a few hours at night after Joe gets home at 10, then waking up early to meet my parents and all of the nice people that have offered their help to move. No.
God help me... I'm already completely to the hilt with stress with this.
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