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My Moving Boxes Are Empty
The lady in this picture is smiling, but let me assure you, I am not.
I hate moving. I abhor it. I detest it.
My blood pressure rises and I become immobilized.
So, I have a few moving boxes, an entire house to pack up, but here I sit, staring at those empty boxes. What do I pack in them?
Clothes?
Food?
Dishes?
The possibilities are endless, yet I can’t even manage to choose one thing.
The dog lays there staring at me, almost daring me to do something. Anything. He’s mocking me.
Moving sucks. That’s the only thought that keeps going through my head. It sucks, but there’s a deadline that is quickly approaching. There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
It has to be done, and I’m the one who has to do it, but how?
How do I tackle it when it is so overwhelming?
One item at a time, I guess.
So, here I go.
Wish me luck.
If you don’t hear from me in the next week… I might be buried in the thousands of things I have to pack. But, I’ll get it done.
One item at a time.
One box at a time.
One room at a time.
Wish me luck. I’m going to need it!