I am currently in the middle of a move. Packing stage to be exact. packing up a 1000 sq ft apartment that has been accumulating stuff for 8, maybe 9 years. That’s a WHOLE lot of stuff. I moved into this apartment 3 years ago, when I moved in with Kat. (and even then I thought it had a whole lot)
For anyone who has moved, you know the stages. Planning to be organized, feeling really good the first few days of packing because you are starting with the big items. Then, as you start attacking the small items, the things in closet you haven’t looked at in years start to become overwhelming and you hit the next stage the “do I really need to pack all this, I should just get rid of some of these things.” So you start to get rid of some thing. Then you realize that you have LESS than a week to finish packing and you look around and it looks like a tornado has hit only your apartment. Bags everywhere, things you owe that you thought had been lost in the black hole that lives in everyone home, clothes that you haven’t packed yet because you still need to adult and work during this time, kitchen items that you can’t pack away because you still need to eat and are broke to go out because the move has eaten up all of your income, trash from cleaning out your closets, but not really cleaning just kind of transporting the stuff in your closet out of your closet. Obstacles to get to every room in the place are laid out in front of you, not really knowing how they showed up. At this point, you usually hit the “how is this never ending! UGH just get rid of it all!”
All of this also while working 70+ hour weeks is what Kat has been doing. She. Is. Amazing. And I sometimes forget. Humans, sometimes we get caught up in our own emotions and feelings we forget to see all things that are done for us. I forget. So Kat, Thank you for all you have done during this move. I love you o so much! I know it’s been crazy. I know I’VE been crazy!
I seriously have one of the best partners!