How on earth does one loose 3/4 of their worldly possessions and STILL have more than can be packed up in 3 hours??!?? One bedroom is finished except for taking the bed apart and folding the sheets up. The other one is where all the boxes are, the ones with things in them that is. There are still a few empties that need filling.
It took well over an hour to go through the paperwork that had dumped itself on the computer desk. Why do papers seem to migrate towards work spaces?! hmmm… oh wait, could it possibly be that I failed to put each one neatly away at some point because I knew I’d need it in 20 minutes – or was that sometime 3 months from now.
One could ask why do I move so often. Please don’t! I hate moving, it’s about the only thing that I truly dislike to the point of near hatred anyway. It’s even further into the ‘this is horrible’ pool than loosing car keys and breaking a fingernail. However, I did live here over two years, that seems to be my personal best these days. I’m hoping for one more move after this and then…. actually settle down for a good long time.
Saturday morning B and I are going to go get a small storage unit so I can put the boxes and small items there. Then I’ll work ’til 7:30, finish up whatever is left and Sunday move the couches to the ex’s to visit for a while then the boxes to storage.
The most organized thing I’ve done so far is sort the stash – works in progress in one bag, things to start within the next month in another, both placed in the same box with piles of printed patterns; then a plastic container filled with the rest. (Read stuff I won’t touch for a while and have to accept it.)