Moving Sucks

Moving is a pain in the ass. You have to sort through all your stuff, decide what to take, what to sell/donate, and what to take with you. Then you’re surrounded with boxes containing your life.

I don’t like to collect anything, except books, which I’ve kept in check with frequent visits to the local library. I’ve managed to keep my shoe and purse fetish under control. I have a pretty significant DVD collection, ranging from Disney to horror. I also have a random assortment of wineglasses, beer mugs, and pint glasses, revealing my love of alcohol.

I think it says a lot about my upbringing. I was an Army brat; we moved every 18 months until I was 13 years old. When the Army moves you, you’re given a weight limit, and every effort is made to stay under the limit to avoid paying. Those lessons tend to stay with you, long after you’re out of the Army.

So I find myself with fewer boxes of stuff relative to the number of years that I've lived here. But at least when I have this stuff hauled to Georgia, it won't cost too terribly much.