Yes, I am still in the process of getting all of my stuff moved. If it seems like I keep yapping and chattering about this move and it has been going on for weeks, it's probably because I simply haven't had it within me this time to really rally and get all yippee-skippy-let's-make-this-move-happen. I still have things from my last two moves that I haven't unpacked, or found.
Moving three times in eleven months is more than anyone should ever plan on moving, you know? I mean, it's just plain stressful, even if you're a born-organised person (which I am not) or if you know very far in advance. (which I did not, as I found my cozy new place rather suddenly and had to jump on it, all lickity-spit like.)
Anyway.
Today I was thinking that I was not sure what my least favorite part of moving might really be.
It might be the packing part.
Or maybe it's the unpacking part.
Oh, wait. I am pretty sure my most least favorite part of the entire moving experience would have to be hooking up any and all media things, like the TV and the DVD player to cable, and connecting my new wireless internet up so I could get back online. Yup, that would be it.
Seriously, it's overwhelming in a way I cannot describe to you here. I cross cords. I manage to misplace cables. Remote controls disappear into thin air. I cry. Life is not good.
Lucky for me, my bestest buddy took some pity on me, and came to my rescue, installing my wireless internet (which included a call to the local carrier at nearly midnight) so I can get back to blogging from my own home-sweet-home, and connecting my TV gear up so I will now able to watch Modern Family tomorrow night.
I am seeing a little light at the end of the moving-a-third-time tunnel, and it has wireless internet and cable television, thanks to my best buddy.
