Taking a quick break

Phew.

Packing sucks. Moving sucks. (Unpacking is kinda fun...) I am SOOOO glad that this will be the last time I move for (hopefully) a long, long time. Like, 3 years at least!

I have moved so many times in the last two years, it's just silly. Left Alex and temporarily moved into my friend Heidee's house in Lafayette. Moved from Heidee's to my apartment in Arvada. Then from Arvada to my boyfriend's place in Tucson, also temporarily. Got a job in Catalina so I moved from Tucson to Oro Valley. Then got out of my lease 10 months later and moved back in with Aaron to save a few bucks. Then Tucson back to Broomfield. Now Broomfield to Arvada. I count 7 moves in just over 2 years.

If I'm counting correctly, I think I've moved 28 times in my life. And I'm 29 years old. Ugh. No mas.

Anyway, I'm taking a break from packing right now and trying to figure out why my room is looking messier and messier the more I pack. How does that happen?

Also, how on Earth did I manage to misplace the allen wrench needed for taking my bed apart? I must've had it when I moved in, since my bed is put together. I'm very annoyed about this because now I'll have to go out and buy an allen wrench kit, which is lame. I live in a 10'x10' room, there are not that many places this thing could hide! Fuck.

Oh well. On the plus side, I'm purging yet again, giving stuff to Goodwill that should've gone a long time ago. The good thing about moving is that I always end up letting go of some of my pack rat treasures solely because I don't feel like packing/moving these things. Plus, donating things is a nice thing to do.

*sigh*

Okay. Back to work. I close on my townhouse Thursday so it will all be worth it soon...