stresssssssssss

So I'm moving this weekend.  It's somewhat last minute, I haven't moved in almost 8 years, and I've never had my own place before, so this whole week has been a bundle of weird stresses for me.  Thank God for chelseafrew, the bestest best friend in the world, who organized me almost before I could freak out.   I'm so looking forward to Sunday, when it'll all be over but the furniture buying.

I am truly astounded by the sheer volume of ... stuff that I have.  I mean, I knew I had a lot of stuff, but you never really know until you try to put it all into boxes.  A lot of it's fannish, a lot of it's not -- how I would love to be one of those zen people who have no material possessions and can pack up and move their entire lives at a moment's notice.  I am not and will never be one of those people.  The thought of giving up my Star Wars stuff makes me physically twitch (although I have successfully limited myself to one box of fannish toys to take with me -- anyone looking for action figures and suchlike can get really lucky at the Gaithersburg Goodwill next week).

Oh, and someone remind me that before the next time I move, I need to make some large male friends with pick-up trucks.  I am sorely feeling the overwhelming fannishness of my social life as I contemplate various means of couch acquisition.

stresssssssssss

So I'm moving this weekend.  It's somewhat last minute, I haven't moved in almost 8 years, and I've never had my own place before, so this whole week has been a bundle of weird stresses for me.  Thank God for chelseafrew, the bestest best friend in the world, who organized me almost before I could freak out.   I'm so looking forward to Sunday, when it'll all be over but the furniture buying.

I am truly astounded by the sheer volume of ... stuff that I have.  I mean, I knew I had a lot of stuff, but you never really know until you try to put it all into boxes.  A lot of it's fannish, a lot of it's not -- how I would love to be one of those zen people who have no material possessions and can pack up and move their entire lives at a moment's notice.  I am not and will never be one of those people.  The thought of giving up my Star Wars stuff makes me physically twitch (although I have successfully limited myself to one box of fannish toys to take with me -- anyone looking for action figures and suchlike can get really lucky at the Gaithersburg Goodwill next week).

Oh, and someone remind me that before the next time I move, I need to make some large male friends with pick-up trucks.  I am sorely feeling the overwhelming fannishness of my social life as I contemplate various means of couch acquisition.