Posts Tagged: packing

Bed is more interesting than packing.

Just got home from a comedy show featuring the lovely Amy Schumer, and I still have to pack for my trip tomorrow. Come on. Would you expect anything less by now? I got my nails done today, and that’s about it. I already chipped them (that spells accomplishment, if I do say so myself). Oh. I’ve checked into my flight, too. I’M DOING WELL, FOLKS. … Whatever. Bed is more interesting than the panic rush at 3:30am hoping that I didn’t forget anything before I rush off to work. St. Louis, I’ll be in your city tomorrow! Readers, get ready… I’m not done yet.

The Trials and Tribulations of Moving, Part 2

It’s currently 9pm. My new place is a mess, and I don’t feel like doing a goddamn thing. I’m updating from my phone (again); did I mention there’s no internet til Wednesday? Here’s the short version: I woke up for no reason at 3:30am, went to work, came home at noon, movers came, movers moved, I went back to clean the old apartment after all was said and done, I just got back now. Here’s the longer version: When I am old, I can taunt youngins with, “When I was your age, I had to move from one place to… I’m not done yet.

Hello June, Goodbye Apartment.

Tonight is my last night in my current apartment. And I must admit, I feel a little weird about it. For all of the bitching and headache that planning the move has been, and for all of the reasons I have for moving… it doesn’t necessarily feel real. Most of that, I’d guess, is due to the fact that this one is entirely on my own. I’m not moving my TV (what?) and my internet won’t be set back up until Wednesday. In essence, I’m going into the prison-less equivalent of “the hole”. I really have no idea what I… I’m not done yet.

Need help moving? Call my mom.

Ok, so… I think, when my mom first walked into my apartment today, she was a bit horrified. I’m 27. My apartment shouldn’t look like a 18-year-old male lived in it. Don’t judge. As someone who was a guest on Jerry Springer would say, “YOU DON’T KNOW ME. YOU DON’T KNOOOOW MEEE!” We got a lot done in 6 hours. We then spent 3.5 hours eating dinner and talking. Since I live about 1 and a half hours away from my parents house, my mom and I don’t do the mother/daughter bonding all that often – that is to say,… I’m not done yet.

The Trials and Tribulations of Moving.

I have approximately a week and a half to pack up my current life and move it a couple blocks away from where I live now. I have never wanted to do anything less in my entire life. I hate packing. Not only do I hate it, I am no good at it. I will put coffee cups with picture frames. I really don’t care. My mom’s coming over tomorrow and helping me pack. It doesn’t really matter how old you are, if your parents come over for anything you sort of get this nervous energy wondering how your house… I’m not done yet.