stresssssssssss
May. 31st, 2006 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corilannamSo 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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
