death, taxes, and moving
March 22nd, 2002Three things are certain in life: Death, Taxes, and Moving.
By bedtime tomorrow (today, actually), I should have the following things located in my new residence: bed, dresser, computer desk, night stand, tv stand, bedroom tv, living room tv, stereo equipment, at least one computer, three days worth of casual clothing, two days worth of work clothing, bathroom equipment (brush, deodorant, toothbrush, etc), alarm clock, cat food, cat litter, litter box, and Umlaut.
Brad, Morgan and Zoe are coming over tomorrow morning to help me move the bigger items. Brad is also anxious to carry a load of ANYTHING in his wagon, so I think I'm going to stick him with the electronics, as long as he promises to drive nice. Not only are these three willing to help, but they actually volunteered without my asking. Now those are good friends.
Throughout Sunday, I will be packing up the rest of everything that is in this apartment that I need and bringing it over to the new place. Good packing is not really required, as it will just be unpacked when I get it there and doesn't amount to much really. Then, throughout the course of next week, I will be cleaning and packing up everything that is left. I will box everything up nicely and logically. I will label all the boxes. I will pile them neatly in the garage. I will also find a storage facility. By next Saturday, EVERYTHING I own should either be at the new place, neatly packed in a box, or furniture. On Saturday, I will move it all over to the storage facility. Last minute cleaning will be done and everything will be taken care of by next Sunday. Then I will drop off the keys, and say goodbye to this horribly overpriced apartment complex.
That's the plan anyway.
Again. I suck at moving. I mean really suck. I get off task too easily. And then, at the last minute, I end up cramming everything into a box, and storing it away for another year or two to be dealt with later. I really don't want that to happen this time. If any of you have nothing better to do, and want to keep me company sometime next week while I am packing, I'll appreciate it greatly. You don't even have to work. Just talk to me, keep me company, pick out music to listen to, and keep me on task. Volunteers?
