it just never ends

For some reason, I don’t ever remember moving being this hard. Ever.

I moved into my apartment Wednesday. Thursday, I was told to move again to a different apartment building because there was an opening and my apartment group was next in line to fill vacancies in this apartment complex. I hadn’t unpacked anything yet, so I moved. And not two days later, in order to get a lower rate on a smaller storage unit, Leer and I moved my roommate’s stuff out of the storage unit we shared for the summer. I’m amazed by the sheer amount of crap that both of us have and wonder how it ever fit in our room in Ingham Hall last year. Was there some sort of mystical stuff-vortex?  And ever since, unpacking has progressed extremely slowly.  Granted, I haven’t had the time and sit around and unpack for hours since I’ve moved in. I’ve been busy getting band camp prepped for the past week, so when I do unpack, it’s always pretty late. And then it’s just not a good idea to stay up extremely late because of the fact that I have to get up and be cognizant. It’s a vicious cycle, really.

I always say that “packing and moving is my least favorite activity, but I mean it. I’m a fairly impatient person, and packing/moving is a chore that takes forever as it is. But right now, it’s really my least favorite. My roommate moves in Tuesday, and the rest of my apartment-mates on Saturday. But I can’t wait to have a stable, operating apartment again. If only I had time.

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