Hello,
Good news! I managed to move. It was a last-minute rush, with boxes flying everywhere and a good dose of chaos.
My boyfriend was coming for the weekend because he was going to the Kendrick Lamar concert (which ended up being canceled because the stadium didn’t have the environmental permits). I took advantage of his lightning visit to take down the TV, disassemble the bed, and buy more boxes, because I had a feeling the ones I had weren’t going to be nearly enough.
Honestly, I could already have a degree in moving. I’ve moved X times (within the same city and between cities), and yet every time, the same existential annoyance takes over: packing never ends, and it’s always more exhausting than it should be.
If you hate this process as much as I do, let me make one thing clear: prepare yourself mentally. A move isn’t quick, it isn’t simple, and it doesn’t get done in two days, no matter how much you want to believe it. I was packing for over two weeks, and even then, when the big day arrived, I still had half the kitchen left untouched.
The boxes were also an issue. I thought four would be enough; I ended up buying eight. Quick tip: at farmers’ markets, they sell used boxes in good condition, cheaper, and you’re helping the planet, too.
The exhaustion didn’t help either. I was sleeping late, waking up with no energy, and between impromptu naps, my productivity disappeared. At times, it felt like the move was moving me.
And as if all that wasn’t enough, there was the concert situation. Amidst the boxes and packing tape, I was still holding on to the hope of seeing Kendrick. We managed to get tickets (after battling the website), stood in line for an hour and a half… and nothing. Until the news came: canceled. The stadium was built on a wetland and, clearly, without the proper permits. We were left with our hopes dashed and me with half a move still pending.
The weekend ended with hanging out with friends and barely any sleep, because my boyfriend had to be at the airport by 5 AM I stayed at his brother’s place until 9 AM, then went straight back to packing.
Monday was a race against the clock: futon, cupboard, nightstands, taking the cat to the vet (spoiler: they couldn’t give him anything to calm him down because he threw up a little when he saw the vet). The result: the cat traveled awake, meowing loudly and terrified during landing.
The moving truck came the next day, and finally, we’re together. Now I’m settled in with my boyfriend, ready to start a new chapter. My boyfriend picked me up at the airport with a bouquet of sunflowers, roses, and a little Nezuko figurine as a welcome; I felt so happy!
Because that’s how moves are: amidst the exhaustion, the things that don’t go as planned, and the canceled concerts, there’s always an ending and a beginning. And that, as heavy as it may feel, is also exciting.
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