I hate moving with a passion. Maybe if I didn't have to move every single freaking year I wouldn't hate it quite as much. But this coming weekend I'll be moving for--wait for it--the NINTH time since starting college. My impulse is just to throw everything out and start over again. If only I had the budget and fiscal irresponsibility to do that.
Luckily I've got some overlap in leases which means I can move in stages, which takes some of the pressure off, but it also stretches the damn thing out for another week. I'm ready just to get it over with! Whenever I start thinking about having to move, I either get angry, usually at least a little at SCL, or I start throwing shit into boxes. I've got the U-Haul all rented for Saturday morning, so I'll probably be spending the 4th of July unpacking. Awesome.
This is so not where I thought my life would be. I know I need to just get over it, but I can't help but feel disappointed. This time last year I thought I'd be rocking an engagement ring this summer. That was the plan.I like plans, especially the rare one that happens to work out the way I'd hoped. This morning I was dozing and I was thinking how long we'll go on like this, living separately with roommates. The thought of doing that for the next four years--and maybe beyond--is inconceivable to me.
I can't help in this moment but to resent SCL a bit for putting me through another move and all the disappointment attached to it. I know things will all work out one way or another, but right now I just want to be a bit pissed off. And throw everything away. I should've gotten professional movers...