Moving is just about the most exhausting thing in the world. Bruises, cuts, muscle pain and a million things to remember. As I expected, this time I got an epic paper cut that bothered me for a whole week! It's been two weeks now since the process started, and now I'm at a place where I can live normally again, although there are still many small bits and pieces that needed fixing.
My room mate and I did a fantastic job cleaning up our apartment, to the point that it literally looked brand new. When the building manager came to do the final inspection, she was like "if everyone in the building were like you guys my life would be so much easier!"
When the movers left, I stared at the boxes and I thought I'd never be able to put everything in their right place! How come I have soooooo much stuff? I only ever feel envious of the geese that are practicing their migration flight right now. They don't have ANY luggage when they travel and they still move more miles every year than I ever could!
The fifth move in five years! Pretty crazy when you think about it. I would very much like to stay in this place for a while, the amount of physical work I have done in the past two weeks has made my phone and tablet refuse to recognize my finger prints on so many occasions I can only cry while I laugh.