It is now that time, ladies and gentlemen. The end of the school year, bringing yet another move. I haven't lived in the same place for more than 10 months, since I left my parents' house. I love moving, so this has never been an issue. And since I'm currently terrified of my apartment...well, that helps too.
What I love about moving:
Treasure Hunts. I'm afraid I'm somewhat of a hoarder. I stash things away in any conceivable spot, just because you never know when you're going to need orange ribbon, medical tape, or all those crazy little pamphlets they give you at career fairs. I love finding these things and finally saying to myself, "You know what, I can live my life without velour pants." It's a liberating feeling. In fact, since I start cleaning packing two days ago, I've already accumulated 3 large garbage bags of things I no longer need in my life.
Packing. When moving, most people pack in large tubs. I find this tedious. You can only carry one tub at a time, and they're usually heavy. So I pack my entire room into old purses, suitcases, backpacks, totes...literally whatever bag I can get my hands on. In the beginning, there's an organization to it. I know that anything that was on my dresser before I started packing is currently in my old Coach bag. That's good enough, right?
Rearranging. When the time comes to move, I carry as many of said storage devices on me at one time, so I can make as few trips as possible. You'd actually be quite surprised how many of those suckers I can carry at one time (Picture the bag lady you were always a little scared of when you were 8). And then, I get to rearrange it. Even though I've seen everything I have numerous times, it all seems new when it's in a differnet room. I absolutely love being able to put things where I want (of course, quickly forgetting about things when I want) and make a bare four walls my own.
What I hate about moving:
Treasure HuntsIt's inevitable that I lose something of importance in the move. Take for instance, a card for Mother's Day and my sister's birthday. Gone. In my frenzy to find them, and save the last possibility to be remembered on my own birthday, I went through my closet. In most instances, it's a pretty safe bet if something's missing, it's under clothes on my floor, or shoved in my closet. I didn't find the cards, but I did discover two microscope slides. I'm not sure I even want to mention the fact that I have not been in a lab class for 3 years now.
Packing. I have a particularly difficult time deciding what clothes to pack away and what to leave in my closet for the next couple weeks. I think there's still 5-6 dresses in there. Because, you know, I'm gonna wear a dress fror one of the next two weeks. Completely uncalled for. But I still just can't make myself pack these up until I actually move. And, I'm just going across town. It's not like I can't get to the clothes if I do decide I need them.
Rearranging. One of my biggest downfalls is my ability to picture something that I haven't seen before and isn't directly in front of me. Imagine my joy when I get to arrange my furniture. You would think something my roommates have done with our apartments would have rubbed off on me, or hours spent on HGTV would somehow improve this vision. But it doesn't. This creates more work, as I have to physically drag things around to see how they look. After a solid four different arrangements, I also usually decide the first one looked the best.
I do really enjoy moving, but it's usually bittersweet. While I love living somewhere new, it's change, which I'm never really wonderful at. Christa's moving back home to work on a morning show at a local radio station, so I'm moving in with Lindsay. Linds started as my preceptor for my internship last summer at Sanford's Surgical/Trauma unit (ie. the nurse in charge of babysitting me and making sure I didn't kill anyone), and has now become one of my closest friends. I'm very lucky with this, and am excited to start the next chapter of my life, post-graduation.
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