Moving is a B*tch

Being a graduate means moving. Whether it’s back home or to a new job, you’re going to have to move out of your college apartment (unless you’ve gotten into grad school where you went to undergrad in which case, congratulations!). I’ve moved a total of three times in my undergrad career: out of the dorms after my freshmen semester into a sing room apartment, into a two room apartment after my sophomore year and luckily, I got to stay in that lovely two room apartment my senior year. But graduating means I had to move out of that apartment and my wonderful, wonderful roommate and back home for a spell before I move down to Manhattan Beach to strat my job.

Moving is ALWAYS a pain. I’ve never heard anyone say, “I can’t wait to move! I love putting all my personal belongings in a box and forgetting exactly where I put everything because even though I’ve labeled the box, we all know I put purses in the ‘kitchen stuff’ box and kitchen stuff in the ‘accessories’ box.”

I just moved home and all my stuff is still in boxes. After living for two years in a place, your stuff really accumulates. And since I’ve moved home, there’s a lot of stuff I don’t need to unpack since my parents own it already. As a result, I have a bunch of boxes lying around and I can’t bring myself to unpack anything. Knowing me, I’ll just wait till two days before I have to drive down and panic and freak out then.

Here's a picture of my roommate and I a few days before we moved out. You can see our boxes are sort of out of control. And we get easily distracted.

Anyone have any tips on making moving just a tad bit easier? I made mine a bit more fun with a little friend called Two Buck Chuck but I don’t think I can justifiably do that at home without raising some alarm with my parents and while driving down to LA... And without my partner in crime, the cheap wine just doesn’t taste as good.