When I was younger, I always thought it would be fun to move places – and even to this day, the thought of becoming a traveling nurse is something that I constantly toy with. Until it comes down to actually moving. I lived in the same house until I was 14, then my parents decided to move out of Los Angeles to Northern California. We moved a couple of times while living in the area – most of them were pretty low key since we were already pretty much living out of boxes. I finally ventured South to Sacramento on my own in 2008 and I have since moved 5 times (this weekend will be 6) in the last 4 years. The dreams of how fun it would be to move slowly fade as you are forced to pack your belongings into boxes. I must admit, I am a terrible packer. I have a lot of motivation in the beginning to organize things and pack as I go, but then I get down to the wire and end up shoving everything in random boxes.
This is pretty much where I am at right now.
I started packing at the beginning of the month, knowing that I had to be out of my current place by October 1st. I of course started with all the easy stuff – clothes I don’t wear often, my toy collection, records, etc. Now I am down to 2 days before having to move out, and my room as degraded to the hot mess you see pictured above. Honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming. Tonight I plan to power through as much as possible so that by the time my Mom arrives tomorrow morning, it’s all ready to go.
Wish me luck.