The Un-Glamorous Side

If you don't have time to read the full post, I can sum it up for you in two words: Packing Sucks.

Sunday began the full swing of packing up the entire apartment and dividing its contents into three categories- going into storage in Adam's parents' building, going into storage in my parents' basement, and going in Adam's car to come with us. We had a bit of a break yesterday for Adam's birthday, but that just meant that there was even more left to pack today. I like to think of myself as a minimalist when it comes to belongings, but every time I move (I've lived 8 different places in the last 7 years... ouch) I curse myself for how many THINGS I have!

Our day has gone something like this:

Wake up.
Procrastination method #1: Prolong breakfast to avoid packing.
Pack a box or two.
Procrastination method #2: Lie on the floor and call it "stretching".
Pack another box.
Procrastination method #3: Complain to each other about packing. Eat a leftover birthday cupcake.
Pack another box.
Procrastination method #4: Gather all of the stuff going in Adam's car into a corner, and hypothesize about whether or not it will all fit.
Pack another box.
Procrastination method #5: Point out to Adam that our belongings seem to be breeding, it's not really our fault that we have this much stuff. Wonder if perhaps boxes perform mitosis when I'm not looking.
Pack another box.

You get the idea. Pretty soon, we get to this:

And that's not even the half of it. The good news is that by this time next week, we'll be camping in Maine and admiring the fact that we got everything to fit in the car (positive thinking! it WILL fit!). That is, unless the boxes really are multiplying, in which case someone should send a rescue party, please and thank you.