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It’s 1 am. I have vowed to post something every day. It only took me 3 minutes to regret that vow. And I haven’t stopped regretting it for 3 whole weeks.
I have not written anything for tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I do have something scheduled for next Saturday and Sunday. Yeah for me. I am so ahead of myself.
So, I have about .8 seconds before I drop dead. I guess I can only hope to hit the publish button before my fingers give up.
Why does moving suck? Do I really need to tell you? I am pretty sure you all know all the reasons. I am sure the moving sucks mode is the same across all other barriers
Callouses and paper cuts from cardboard boxes.
Cleaning. (cleaning normally is good, but packing cleaning is frustrating)
Trying to cook only to realize that you packed that thing away already.
The feeling of your teeth ripping against each other while tearing off packing tape.
Labeling…box after box.
Sore back from lifting.
Being stuck on the phone all day, every day.
Saying goodbye, one place at a time, one person at a time, one memory at a time.
This time I decided to add a great little challenge. Try having only 11 days left to go before you head out across the nation without a new home secured.
It’s a doozie.
And I am exhausted.
These are my hands typing very s l o wwwwwwwwww llllllll yyyyyyyy.
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