The Worst Things About Moving

I feel like I can call myself a "Pro Mover" I move about every 3 months, give or take. Pi Phi closes in the summer which resulted in yet another moving day. I've done this so many times. I swear it's not normal to have a routine down for packing up all your stuff. I moved into an apartment with Yassie....a GHETTO apartment...but it's still an apartment. I'm just counting down the days until we can move back into Pi Phi. I already miss our cook, our house mom, our house boys, and our maid. Living on my own isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I'm getting off track here. Let's cut to the chase....these are the most ANNOYING things about moving from a Pro...

1. The clutter. Why do I have a stuffed panda on my floor? Or this racket? And how long has this POG been here? Why did I think it was a good idea to buy/keep these things? Seriously. They hold no purpose. The clutter is all the junk that's still on your floor after you've packed everything. You don't want to take it....but you feel weird throwing it away. I mean, who wants to throw away a panda stuffed animal? Or a POG you've had since elementary school? That just seems...wrong. So, you end up packing it. The next time you touch/see it is the next move in day....

2. The 32098734985743 papers you find. Then you have to go through every single one and decide if you should keep it, what the heck it's purpose is, and make "piles" (homework, mail, sorority stuff, trash). It's so time consuming you want to rip your hair out. But what if something really important is in the middle of the pile? (it never is) So you sit through it, turn on "Hitch" and work through an hour of papers.

3. Socks. I thought socks only disappeared in the dryer? Yet whenever move in day rolls around, I find socks EVERYWHERE.

4. Hangers. How are you supposed to pack hangers? SERIOUSLY? And how do they take up so much space? I never have enough hangers....so where did ALL these come from? SO.MANY.HANGERS.

5. Stairs. I swear on move in day staircases feel triple their size. Carrying heavy boxes up and down stairs is the WORST. & all I do is repeat the same phrase over and over - "I'm almost there...I'm ALMOST THERE!"

6. Did my car shrink? It always seems so much bigger every other day of the year...

Moving (again)!

If there is one thing I hate about being 20-it's all the moving around I do.

I miss the days when I had one home (well, I had two since my parents were divorced-but you get the point) I miss the stability. The knowledge that home was....home.

Life isn't like that anymore. Since graduating high school I have moved 10 times....TEN TIMES! Just 4 months ago I moved into the apartment with Molly & come Monday I move back into the Pi Beta Phi house (ahh I'm so excited to be back!! Pi Phi is the BEST place to live...EVER).

But the whole process of moving is awful! Packing, loading, driving, unloading, unpacking. It's just a lot of work that I would rather not do.

I wish I was Sabrina the Teenage Witch and with a pointed finger it could all be done.