*Warning!  An obnoxious, whiney, rambling complaint follows.  Look away now!  You have been warned.

Have I mentioned we are moving?  Oh right, about a hundred times.  Incase you are new, we are moving. 

I would just like to interrupt here and say, I know people move all the time, everyday in fact.  I also know there are people who make much more drastic moves than our 30 minute location shift.  I still want to complain.

How in the world do people do it?  How do people move every few years or even less?  A friend of mine is one house number three (I think) in 10 years (again, I think).  Is she insane?  I can answer that, yes.

Moving sucks!  Moving sucks donkey balls.  I feel like life is slowly being drained out of me and I am shutting down.  I have barely even started packing!  That is the worst part.  I haven’t even reached total and complete exhaustion and I am done.  I am not even dealing with storage facilities, insurance companies, the bank, utilities; and I am done.  (A big thanks to B for calling those people for me!  You know how I get phone anxiety!)

Yesterday was a particularly moody day.  We found out our buyer wants to take possession of the house at closing.  I was crossing everything I have hoping we could “rent” our house a few days to get everything out.  How do people do this?  How do you spend an entire day signing papers and get everything from point A to point B?  Spending money to hire a company to move us is a ridiculous expense.  An expense we don’t have, or would rather spend on a new tv.

Remember when I offered you pizza and beer to come help?  Seriously.  Come help.  Come help before B goes crazy and I end up in the fetal position sucking my thumb.

Moving bites.

So close, yet so far.

Three weeks people.  Three weeks until the Big Day.