Moving

So the actual process of moving is one of the most stressful and unpleasant things I can think of. I remember coming across a list of biggest fears in life, and moving was three, right after speaking in public and nuclear holocaust (interestingly, the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man wasn't even in the top ten.)

The worst part about moving is just how long of a process it is. It starts with getting boxes. Every time you go out you're thinking about getting boxes. You go to the grocery store to buy some milk and eggs, but on the way there you can only think about whether they are going to have any more apple boxes. You need to get some boxes. You need boxes, boxes, boxes.

"Oh, I hope they are filling produce right now..."

Everything you do has this subtext of getting boxes, sturdy, big boxes.

And that's just the beginning of moving, before any of the actual work or embarrassment even starts. You really know the move has begun when your landlord has people come over to view your apartment.

In other words, you get to watch the reaction of others as they judge where you have been living. This is the stage that I'm currently in, and I've got to admit that I have little depressed because I thought my apartments was pretty great, and I thought that it was a ridiculously good deal. Perspective renters don't seem to so much agree.

"So, what's the deal with the bathroom, it's a little...third world," says the apartment viewer.

"Oh, definitely. I don't expect anyone to live in a situation like this, I'll be doing some major repairs before you would move here," says my landlord.

It was like that when I moved in. It really was.

And not only that, I feel like my whole life and organizational habits are clearly on display, and any negative comments about the apartment are, like, a rejection of me.

"Hmm...not sure I'd want to put the couch in that room. Not a very good use of space."

Ouch. You're brain is a bad use of space too, Mr. Feng Shui

-Can't wait to actually start the physical process.