I realize that packing up your entire life into the back of a tiny car from your 2nd floor apartment all by yourself in the rain should be fun in theory. And I realize that if, in the middle of all of that, you also had, say, a gynecologist appointment and also had to take your car into the shop and also had to fax, mail, and email every document from your entire life to a broker in New York– I realize that, in theory, that should only add to your enjoyment of the experience. And I realize that, following all of that, a normal person would relish getting into her cramped, densely packed vehicle and driving 21 hours to her parents’ house.
Logic tells us that this would be a fine way to spend one’s time.
Unfortunately, this actually sucks and after weeks of being really quite fine, I just had a complete and total nervous breakdown when I realized that after spending weeks packing all of my stuff and selling my stuff and taking 5 loads of my stuff to the thrift store and then spending hours loading my stuff into my car in the rain, it turns out that my stuff actually doesn’t fit and so I now need to go back down and UNload my stuff and bring it BACK upstairs and UNpack it to figure out what I’m taking to Goodwill and what I’m shipping.
UPDATE: After a beer and a deep breath, things are looking much more manageable. It’s still raining but I can be surprisingly resourceful when I’m not hyperventilating.
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