By the time you read this post, dear reader, yours portly should have all of his worldly possessions (and Murphy) relocated to the new house.
I’ve come to realize how much I despise moving. It’s not that I’m not good at it—as a big dude, manhandling boxes is what I’m designed to do—but it is tedious and exhausting. It also seems to take forever.
I’ve opined on this many, many times lately, to the point that I’m sure all of you are tired of reading about my quotidian problems. But I write about what’s going in my life, and right now, moving is the major theme of it all. Indeed, I’m offering 90% off my Bandcamp music with the promo code that sums up my life right now: moving.
It’s shocking how much crap I’ve accumulated over the years. I’m finding clothes I haven’t worn in nearly a decade (which tend to get donated to Goodwill). For some reason, I’ve saved weird gift bags and empty tins (and not cool, decorative ones). Having lived in a relatively small house of roughly 1000 square feet, most of this stuff ended up shoved into closets or cabinets, never to be seen again—until I’ve had to sort through them.
It’s a Sisyphean task. Now that everything is (God Willing) moved, I have to unpack it all. At least this process can take its time to unfold.
With that, I’m subjecting my readers once again to posts about moving:
- “Midweek Moving” – This post details how I rented a massive truck to move a tiny recliner from my in-laws’ house.
- “Moving Pains” (only on SubscribeStar) – My devastating takedown of the moving broker SafeShip Movers (do not use them).
- “More Moving” – A quick post featuring my car packed to the gills with junk (see below) before the piano mover arrived.
The sad thing is, these are only some of the posts I’ve written about moving. I think I’ve tortured my readers enough!
Happy Sunday!
—TPP