Mark my words! I am never moving again. I can't take it; I can't handle it and if I ever get the itch or urge to move please point me to this blog post.
What's there to hate about moving? "All of it" I think is a very apt answer. There isn't one redeeming quality about it. I mean, there's so much to do, so much change, cable hookups, locksmiths, gas, electric, and I'm sure there are several more elements of this that I don't even know about it yet.
I'm going to stick by my motto; change is bad! But maybe it is this belief that is making the whole ordeal worse. If so would it be possible for the move to be anything but the most awful experience ever? I ask this because right now it is.
This move is wearing on me and it is this wear that I am going to make my point today. Yes, I could write on and on about how awful each small thing is, but you'd probably get bored by about the third paragraph. So, the key thing to take note on about this is this wear concept. When something big is going on or about to happen my mind goes into hyper-focus on it. Slowly it becomes the only thing that matters. With that being so all other aspects of life become effected. Things that were tolerable become problems the sized that only rarely used words like ginormous and behemoth begin to describe them.
When I am pushed to the limit, as I am now, it is hard to understand that anything will get better because, if one thing has me to the wall, everything has me to the wall. There is no middle ground here in that one thing is okay and the other isn't. If one thing crosses the line that is the limit, such as moving, all other small things in life become larger than life itself. This thought cycle keeps going down and down and even further down until really everything seems utterly hopeless.
Thankfully this moving process only has about 48 hours left. Maybe by Sunday there will actually be heat in my place, and all my electronics will be setup, and then maybe these awful emotions about moving and change will be gone and I will be, for the first time ever, at a home of my own.