Moving blows. It combines so many sucky things.
Normally I love packing, like if it’s for a sweet trip or something. I like cramming tons of things into a tiny suitcase. It’s a bit like magic I guess, like those crazy tents in Harry Potter where it’s all “i’m small on the outside AND BIG ON THE INSIDE BWAHAHAHA” but with a suitcase so not as cool. However, I only really like doing one suitcase at a time, which is probably why I squish so much into it. Packing in boxes isn’t as neat because they are so rigid and smell kind of funny and give me paper cuts, and having to pack everything I own is super not fun because I have lots of dumb stuff like hangers and taxes and textbooks instead of just clothes and tiny bottles of shampoo. When I try to move, I look at all of that stuff and I’m like “do I really need this….*tilt head slightly to the side*…?” and then I try to throw everything out, which is really stupid.
If packing an apartment is like undressing a person, cleaning one would be like showering a person, except if instead of a shower you had to use toothbrushes. Wow, that metaphor went somewhere weird… Cleaning is normally my least favourite part of a day, which is weird because it’s not my least favourite part of moving.
3. Saying Goodbye
I suppose saying goodbye isn’t that bad anymore because it’s not like the olden days when all they had to communicate were letters and their mouths. Now we have phones, texting, Skype, and all that good stuff that it so easy to use but it super hard to remember to use. Saying goodbye nowadays isn’t really saying goodbye to a person, it’s more like saying goodbye to their physical presence, their hugs, smell, etc. Even though we can communicate with each other over long distances, saying goodbye still sucks. ACTUALLY I think it sucks more because now there is a guilt attached to it. Goodbyes are prolonged now…instead of simply being physically cut off from a person and cutting it quits, now we have to promise to keep in touch, halfheartedly text for a month or two, have some Skype dates that mostly consist of staring at each other, maybe send a few letters if we’re keeners, and then real life gets in the way and pfffft.
Travelling for over 2.5 hours sucks balls, using any means of transport. If we could just teleport, moving would be so much better, but then I suppose we would have no reason to move in that case.
Moving as an adult blows because there are so many things to change and lot of forms and paperwork to fill out. I love how government departments don’t talk to each other so I have to fill out a billion forms for everything and it all goes to relatively the same place. I lied…I actually hate that. Moving to a different province is even worst because in Canada all the provinces hate each other and refuse to cooperate so now tax things are different, health care is different, utilities are different, and they hate our car. Oh, and the time zone is different, but that has nothing to do with paperwork…or does it?
5a. Paying money for things that aren’t useful or fun.
I suppose this goes without saying.
Normally I super love unpacking because it’s a bit like getting presents and knowing that you’ll like every single thing you open, but a problem arises when there is a lack of storage in your new place (ie where I am right now AKA the place with the weird closets). It becomes less like putting on a favourite sweater and more like squashing an obese person into a twelve year old’s tank top (where am I getting my metaphors from today, geez…???). Currently my apartment has half of mine and Chris’s wardrobe all over the place=one normal person’s wardrobe, and I’m trying to magically make all the clothes fit because I’m a wizard, except I’m not.
…and that’s the worst part of moving.
I’m not a wizard.