"Moving!"
I recently moved out of my apartment, and I can easily say that I’ve never had a more irritatingly tedious period in my life.
I took my time moving things over to my parent’s garage over a time-frame of about three weeks or so, and I thought that I was making pretty good progress… until I realized that I’d moved the equivalent of a drop in the bucket.
Last weekend, I spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday moving my stuff (with Aaron helping me move the really heavy stuff for a couple of hours on Saturday). I finally finished moving all my stuff at 1 AM on Monday morning. Now here’s the messed up part of that: I started moving my stuff at 9AM the previous morning.
That’s 16 hours of back-breaking labor all because I’m lazy.
Because really, I could have moved most of that stuff before last weekend, but I just had to have my microwave. And my computer. And my coffee machine that I’ve never used… because I hate coffee.
I guess what I’m saying is that procrastination is like slowly walking off a cliff… if you really wanted to do it, you’d get it over with quick.
Also, I found out that I needed to get three more long boxes for my comic book collection. I was completely unaware of the fact that my comic collection had doubled in the nearly five years that I lived there… huh.
At around 5 PM on Sunday, I found myself yelling at my apartment for having too much stuff still left in it.
By 7 PM, I’d repeatedly kicked my car for not having enough room to hold all the junk that I’d amassed since I moved there.
As 10:30 rolled around, I wondered if I would get arrested for burning all my crap out on the balcony.
At one point I thought, “Screw packing this shit in a box, I’m going to the corner store to get Lawn and Leaf Trash bags! Why do I own all these tools?! I don’t even know what this tool is for! And why the hell do I have so many dead pens?! Who keeps crap like this?!”
I wish that I were joking about the trash bags, but I’ve got 10 of them in my parent’s garage… if you guys want, I can take some pictures to prove it.
Of course, the highlight for me was when I told Aaron, “Fuck it, let’s just slide the Fridge down the fuckin’ stairs!” There was a nice scoring that happened at the concrete base of the stairs.
We did the same to my Entertainment Center and my sectional recliners, too…
Aaron decided to posit the idea (which I seriously considered) “Hey, can we just throw this crap off of the balcony?” The only reason I said no to that idea was because of the carport that my balcony overlooked… other then that, I would’ve gladly heaved that junk over the edge.
I guess what I’m saying here is that you should always put aside the time to do stuff that you hate, so you can get it out of the way before it becomes a problem… now, if I could get myself to take my own advice, I’d be golden.
Sorry about the shortage of posts, guys… but I haven’t had the internet for a while, which is why I haven’t posted anything lately.
I took my time moving things over to my parent’s garage over a time-frame of about three weeks or so, and I thought that I was making pretty good progress… until I realized that I’d moved the equivalent of a drop in the bucket.
Last weekend, I spent all of Friday, Saturday and Sunday moving my stuff (with Aaron helping me move the really heavy stuff for a couple of hours on Saturday). I finally finished moving all my stuff at 1 AM on Monday morning. Now here’s the messed up part of that: I started moving my stuff at 9AM the previous morning.
That’s 16 hours of back-breaking labor all because I’m lazy.
Because really, I could have moved most of that stuff before last weekend, but I just had to have my microwave. And my computer. And my coffee machine that I’ve never used… because I hate coffee.
I guess what I’m saying is that procrastination is like slowly walking off a cliff… if you really wanted to do it, you’d get it over with quick.
Also, I found out that I needed to get three more long boxes for my comic book collection. I was completely unaware of the fact that my comic collection had doubled in the nearly five years that I lived there… huh.
At around 5 PM on Sunday, I found myself yelling at my apartment for having too much stuff still left in it.
By 7 PM, I’d repeatedly kicked my car for not having enough room to hold all the junk that I’d amassed since I moved there.
As 10:30 rolled around, I wondered if I would get arrested for burning all my crap out on the balcony.
At one point I thought, “Screw packing this shit in a box, I’m going to the corner store to get Lawn and Leaf Trash bags! Why do I own all these tools?! I don’t even know what this tool is for! And why the hell do I have so many dead pens?! Who keeps crap like this?!”
I wish that I were joking about the trash bags, but I’ve got 10 of them in my parent’s garage… if you guys want, I can take some pictures to prove it.
Of course, the highlight for me was when I told Aaron, “Fuck it, let’s just slide the Fridge down the fuckin’ stairs!” There was a nice scoring that happened at the concrete base of the stairs.
We did the same to my Entertainment Center and my sectional recliners, too…
Aaron decided to posit the idea (which I seriously considered) “Hey, can we just throw this crap off of the balcony?” The only reason I said no to that idea was because of the carport that my balcony overlooked… other then that, I would’ve gladly heaved that junk over the edge.
I guess what I’m saying here is that you should always put aside the time to do stuff that you hate, so you can get it out of the way before it becomes a problem… now, if I could get myself to take my own advice, I’d be golden.
Sorry about the shortage of posts, guys… but I haven’t had the internet for a while, which is why I haven’t posted anything lately.
posted by Todd Tobin at 8:54 AM
2 Comments:
I hate moving. After buying and renovating my own house last year, I have sworn that I will never move again. Remember, that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Or at least less likely to repeat the same mistake.
Moving is absolutely the worst. Yelling at the apartment is normal, unless it yells back, then you have other problems.
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