Not, "I'm taking this new job, so I'll have to move." Not, "I have to move, but I don't finish this job until the end of the month, so I'm moving after that."
No, my life consists of, "I work a shift on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so I've got a few hours on Saturday morning when I can move. I guess I'll do it then."
At least this time it a) wasn't -20 out and b) was a lot earlier than 5 a.m. I finished loading the truck at 11 this morning, went to rehearsal, went to work, went back to the old house and picked up Linus and Leanne, and drove out to the farm. Finished unpacking the truck at around 11:30 p.m.
Now comes my all-time favorite part. Unpacking. And this time, that will include reassigning certain items to different boxes because I won't need them for the rest of the summer. You'd think that I would have been smart and just done that in the first place, but no, that would be asking too much.
I don't like boxes anymore.
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