I am exhausted. I’m dead. Please, don’t wake me up in the next 100 years or so. Let me just crawl into a coffin so I can enjoy the sweet eternal slumber of death.
So, moving day was rough. I needed to get everything packed away permanently (and by that I mean for a year) so I needed to pack things extra-carefully. You can’t just dump everything into boxes like I usually do ’cause you’re not going to be unpacking them anytime soon. So yeah, most of my stuff went to storage at my grandma’s place and some (mostly clothes) are here at my mom’s place where I’ll be living until I leave. I need to decide what I’ll take with me and what I’ll pack away and what I’ll just throw away. And then half of our stuff plus my boyfriend’s stuff went to his new place. It was a hassle.
Just to make things extra fun for me, basically everyone who could have helped me was working or at school. My boyfriend did help some, dad helped to carry all the heavy boxes, and mom helped me to wash the windows, so thank you! But yeah. You have too many things to do? How about a nap instead?