Does anyone really enjoy moving? I’m not sure I completely minded it up until recently. Having to move my office location twice in a year turned me off of it. Aside from the obvious issues of packing and unpacking, there’s always that sickening realization that I have way more shit than I ever could need. I’m trying to take it slow and organize as I pack. I have the pile for charity and garbage bags ready. But, jeez, how many different types of lotion does one person need? If I throw one out, I’ll be looking for it in a year. It never fails.

After the packing and unpacking is finally finished, there still is the unfamiliarity of the new digs. I can’t find light switches, and when I do I’m not sure which turns on what. I don’t know where I put my dishes. The sounds here are different than my old place (one of which is Peanut rolling out of bed. He has to get used to the new set up as well.)

The comforting fact is that this is the last time we’re moving. I’m just looking forward to be completely moved in and settled.