There was a period in my life where all of my family and friends dreaded receiving postcards from me. You see, I used to move…<\/p>\n
…a lot. <\/P><\/p>\n
Since renting my first apartment at 20 years old, I’ve moved 17 times. That’s 17 times in 16 years. In just over a week we can make that 18 moves in 16 years.<\/p>\n
So every time people received a post card from me, it was not to chronicle a joyous vacation, it was to notify them that they’ll have to change my address in their address book. I can’t tell you how many people bitched to me that they had to buy a new address book all because of me (my advice: use a pencil).<\/p>\n
Anyway, everything seems to be going smoothly with this move. My original plan was to hire movers and move on or around Columbus Day. However, I’ve been continuously purging and packing over the past month and gradually brought things over to Randy’s. I’m at the point now where there is really nothing left but the furniture (and after living in 500 square feet for three years, there isn’t even much of that). It would be silly to hire movers (who require a 3 hour minimum) when it will likely only taken them an hour to do the job.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, a few friends have offered to help since there is so little to be moved. In fact, the first few volunteers offered their services independently (without me requesting it) back when I was originally planning on using movers. I’ve never had such offers before. That’s probably because I’ve always had this rule: I will never ask you to help me move, if you never ask me to help you move.<\/p>\n
It’s not a selfish thing, really. It’s more of a laziness thing (and a strong distate for unnecessary perspiration).<\/p>\n
Anyway, the big day will be Saturday, October 8th. I suspect the move will be quick since there is so little there. The biggest trick will be getting the computer desk\/armoire down the stairs….<\/p>\n
…and keeping off Randy’s nerves with my naturally adorable quirkiness (AKA: neurosis) before I move in just over a week from now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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