I hate it so much. Here’s how moving goes for me every single time: I stress out and have trouble taking the big, necessary steps to begin the process. Ultimately, I get past that at the last possible moment. Then I pack a few things, convincing myself that I’m “off to a good start.” But then there is never a good “middle” section of the packing process, leading to anxiety about finishing everything in time. Which makes me stress more. Which my body responds to by procrastinating and making it all worse. I don’t understand it. I mean…I get it. What I don’t understand is my complete inability to handle it all better.
I have moved a lot. And this has happened every time in recent memory, and I really don’t like it. So I’m just telling myself that it will all be fine.
So I’m going to make one final post for now, because I’ll be in stress-packing-moving hell for the next week. But one week from today, I’ll be in Las Vegas. Maybe I can even get a quick update post up then. That’s the plan!
Oh I hear you! After my last move, I declared the only way I was moving again was in a box 🙊
Good luck and safe travels.