moving

So there's a fundamental evil in life that I would like address and that is moving. Sure it's not a big deal when you're just that average college student with a laptop and a suitcase, but as you grow up the measure of frustration escalates.

It was always pretty easy for me to move to and from college since all I had was one duffel bag and my computer (which admittedly is much bigger than a laptop), that is, until I decided to take a year off school and get an apartment. I roomed with my best friend and after getting a 750sqft apartment realized just how little room my 'duffel bag and computer' took up. So I started to accumulate furniture, a couch here, desk there, twin beds, entertainment center, all hand outs from family. Then once I had the furniture I needed kitchen utensils, didn't have a cafeteria right down the way anymore. So I started to assemble my own kitchen inventory: kitchen appliances, utensils, plates, glasses, etc. Plus when you get your own apartment you just gotta get your own pet, so I got a cat (which I'll write more about later). It was fantastic, my own place full of my own stuff....then comes the move.

10 months later I moved to Austin for a summer job. It was my first move since accumulating all my stuff, and lemme tell you, it was a pain. A U-haul rental and two trips later, I had everything down at my new apartment for the summer in Austin. It took awhile to get settled and back to a point where everything was in a place where I felt comfortable calling it 'home' again. Well, as it turned out, the summer job (at least in Austin) didn't work out, and they transfered me to DC. Well, so time to pack everything up again. This time it was even more miserable because I had just gotten done not much earlier getting everything UNpacked. So miserable in fact that I procrastinated a week after I was supposed to leave simply because I didn't want to get everything packed up again. So then I drive back to Dallas on the way to DC, decide I don't want to lug all my furniture and kitchen inventory up there and revert back to mostly 'college standards', computer, clothes, and cat. Now that I think about it...I probably should have just left my cat with someone, anyone, to avoid taking him to and from DC for only 2 months.

So I drive up to DC with enough stuff still to fill up a lot of my car. At the end of the summer, my car breaks down and I end up having to fly home. Well now I can't take all my stuff home because I have too much to take on the plane. I ended up taking more than I should have on the plane and ship most of the rest (some of it I forgot to take to ship and then ran out of time and had to leave).

So now I end up back in Dallas but I'm going to school so I can't work and consequently can't afford to get another apartment so I end up living with my parents. So now I have all this furniture and kitchen stuff and no apartment to put it in. Like I said, fundamental evil....and I just moved again today...making it 5 times in a year. Hate....moving...never leaving Dallas again...