I find myself moving again, and yet again I'm trapped in this mind puzzle.
If I pack everything up now, I don't have to worry about doing it later and cutting into my moving time. That also means I can't access any of my pots, pans, books, dvds, ect for the next week.
If I procrastinate, I can still live comfortably for the next week, but then I have to rush right at the end and get all stressed out. When I get stressed out, I eat my feelings, and when I eat my feelings I gain wieght, plus get super bad acne. I don't want to gain my weight in...well wieght, just because I don't want to live out of boxes for one week!
Then there is the in-between, noncommital option. I can pack slowly, but also get midly stressed. This is the option I'm going for. I figure if I pack a little bit each night it won't be so bad, and I won't have issues with packing utensils and cats away too early.
The other thing that comes to my mind when moving is, "how can anyone enjoy this? The packing and unpacking? The moving, pulling, pushing? The pizza and beer dinner in a crowded livingroom?" I think that's my only motivation. I think to myself "yes this sucks, but at least I don't enjoy it! I would be moving all the time!" I know that sound okay, because in that situation I would like it, but I don't want to be "that chick who likes moving and collecting boxes."
I'll stick with collecting cup cakes thank you very much!
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