All my bags are packed
All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go…
I’m going batty. I’ve had four hours of sleep. I needed to get up in time to disassemble my bed, shower, and take down the shower curtain before the movers come. The question is: when will they come? I was told last week between 8:30-10:30 (they keep cable company hours, it seems). Yesterday I was told 8-9. So, I am ready. Well, mostly.
There is still the odd piece here and there. I guess I could go tidy up loose ends while waiting. No television, no radio… the silence is deafening.
Well, except for the sound of rain. RAIN! On most days, hooray for rain, especially in Dallas in the summer. But today? Rain = stuff wet = slower work = more money spent on the movers who charge by the hour.
I own so much crap. Boxes and boxes of it. I accumulate junk like it is a hobby. I also relocate my junk every 12-13 months it seems.
For those of you counting, this is move #3 in Dallas in 2.17 years. This time, though, I’m moving out of the burbs and into the city. Go me.
Alright, alright. I’ll go pack more.