Our life is being boxed up and moved 7 blocks west. I'm continually annoyed by the sheer amount of stuff
that Mike and I have accumulated over the past three years. We're moving to a (slightly) bigger place, so I don't want the clutter to follow. Every time I look around the slowly emptying apartment, I see more little things that need a box, a home or their place in the garbage can.
We have the luxury of doing a "slow move" since our lease on the house began this month, and our apartment's lease is up at the end of July. Our goal is to be almost completely done by the end of the week, with our furniture moving on Saturday. I think it will happen. Plus, once we get the "big stuff" out of here, the little stuff won't be as intimidating.
I must admit that I am unbelievably excited about moving to a row house. We have a patio! (Granted, it's teeny-tiny...) We have a basement! (Which right now is disgusting...) We have an office! (I actually will
finish that damn proposal on time.) I think what I'm most excited about, however, is that we have room for a kitchen table. Look out, honey, cuz I'm using cooking technology. Dinner parties should commence in about a month.