Oy. Oy. Oy. Need I say it again? Just for good measure: oy. I'm moving next weekend into a house from an apartment. This is good. Yes indeed. No longer will I be living under people or right next door to people. However, moving sucks. I got about 11 boxes to put stuff in from work. I'm thinking okay, this'll get me through my books and movies. WRONG! I've got 6 boxes of books and that's about an eighth of my books. Packed 5 boxes of DVDs and have still another box worth of DVDs and about 3 boxes of VHS to pack. Now, we need to talk about video games. I think we've got about 3 boxes worth of those and about another 4 boxes worth of CDs. Then clothes, stuffed animals, pots/pans, dishes, appliences, the list goes on and on. I hate moving. I hate it with a passion. Maybe I can live in the new house until I go into a home.
