My boyfriend scolded me yesterday for how slowly my packing is going. But, I don't even know yet when I will be leaving. "How many boxes did you pack yet?", he asked me. "Uhm, a few?", I answered. Plus a few that I threw out. That's good packing too! How do I explain that I've been sitting around reading old love letters and stuff ...
He also thinks I shouldn't be working, I should concentrate on packing. Well, it's just ..., well, I gotta pay all these bills. This month I have a big payment on my mortgage, as well as my student loan, then there's the insurance fees for my car and for my house, there's the real estate taxes, and so, honey, I need the money!
But he has a point! Thing is though, I still don't know what to do with all the boxes I already have packed. Now, where do I put those? I sure wish all this was somehow taken care of so that I could focus on more important things ...
I sat this weekend with a friend who just moved into a new house. It's like coming out of a big tunnel, when finally everything has been unpacked and put into place. Moving is fun, but the act of moving has to be one of the most boring things on earth.
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