That’s probably what I should call this blog. Moving is something that I love and hate, that I’ll be doing every 2-3 years for the next two decades.
I better fucking get use to this.
This move is different from the last. This time, we’re moving almost everything into storage in Princeton, and living in a furnished sublet for the next 2 months. That means I can’t use the awesome bins that I used last year. That also means that everything has to be carefully packed into cardboard boxes- no throwing loose items into the car at the last minute or taking multiple trips.
I can do this because I have to. I keep telling myself that this is the last move that we’ll be doing on our own. Next time, hopefully, I can point and direct as a team packs and moves all of our belongings. I’ll be sure to let you know how wonderfully that goes and what I screw up – there undoubtedly be something.
Also, I’m noticing that we have a lot of small boxes, I stumbled upon this delightful gif and I’m now inspired to try this after we unpack. We’ll see if Stinkbrain goes for this idea or if he spoils my fun.