moving

So I'm moving next weekend, which means it's chaos in my little apartment this weekend. I would be a happy girl indeed if I could snap my fingers and it would all be boxed up and ready to go. So far, however, I haven't perfected that kind of kinetic power, so I'm stuck doing it by hand. What tedious work it is to pack stuff. Hate hate hate.

Because, really. How much stuff does a 25-year-old girl really need? I need a bed to sleep on, a computer to play on, and a chair to sit on. I could use a few clothes, maybe, so that people don't laugh at me as I walk down the hall. A television is nice so I can watch one channel. And heaven forbid I ever socialized, I might need a couch or two for people to sit on. Oh, dishes. I can't forget the dishes. And then... see? Stuff starts adding up. I don't know how to be a mobile girl.

But I'm boxing stuff up, trying to put like things together, like Claudia suggested. And I'm trying to wash dishes, do laundry, de-fur my furniture... (Heh. Thank Bay and Hux for putting the "fur" in my "furniture".)

Really. I hate moving. All I want is a little place that's not -too- little, with some storage, in a nice neighborhood. I'm hoping the new place is all of these things. I'm hoping really hard.