Moving

Today I was helping a friend move and it hit me that even with a one-room apartment, you can collect a ton of stuff. It's as if the stuff reproduce as soon as they get close to the boxes. Thankfully we didn't have to pack the stuff, just move the boxes and the furniture.

Moving holds a special place in my heart. A place of equal amounts of loathing and excitement. I hate the packing a shuffling of things from one place to another, but when I'm at the new place and I have the unpacking to look forward to, this weird kind of anticipation settles in my chest. Really, I know what's in the boxes and I've lived with the furniture before, but it's still something of a thrill to unpack things and put them in their proper place.

I can easily live without the packing and cleaning part of moving, though. It's just so dreadfully boring to shuffle things around, wrap things in paper and try to fit things into boxes.

Next time I'm moving, I'm selling everything I have no emotional attachment to and buy new things at the new place.