stresssssssssss
May. 31st, 2006 10:47 amSo 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.
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.
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Date: 2006-05-31 07:28 pm (UTC)Oy vey, do I know what you mean!!!! I'm looking to try and move before Christmas and I just keep looking at my things...and wanting to curl up under my desk and cry. I so don't need all this crap. Really, most of it I just want to throw away...I too am envious of the zen-not-packrat people. (Though I am convinced they are actually pod people in disguise). I just need to crawl out from under the desk and start getting rid of things.
Btw, re: couch acquisition - if you manage to find a guy with a pickup (and 2-3 of his strongest friends) you can have my couch if you want it. I hate that damned thing, I know that whenever I move I'm just giving it to Goodwill or leaving it for the next residents.
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Date: 2006-06-09 04:39 am (UTC)I'm considering IKEA at the moment -- they have a couch I like for not *too* much. It's just damn hard to get them to say how much it would be to deliver it.
Though I keep thinking about moving again and how maybe I don't really need a couch after all.... *g*