Am I live blogging my move? No, I can’t type and lift heavy things at the same time. But as I do things and feel more emotions I feel more motivation to write. In a way the lifting part has been the most enjoyable aspect of moving because it keeps me from thinking. It’s hard to be more present than explaining to a heavy garbage bag of books that if it breaks open on you your day is ruined.
Renting the moving truck was stressful because they try to scare you into buying add on products by telling you trucks are expensive and if you fuck it up you owe an entire years’ worth of salary to them so I’m still a tad concerned about the moving truck though. I did get a little bit of coverage for peace of mind.
I’m about to drive to Iowa to throw heavy shit into my parent’s basement and I’m only somewhat sure that they know this is happening. Oh well, they may get some free stuff that they probably don’t need out of it. If all else fails they could throw it away! Go me! Making my tiny mother and dad with back surgery deal with all my shit! I kind of feel like me talking about my move and going through the motions will be a thing….at least until I don’t have internet anymore, speaking of which I should probably cancel the utilities that don’t belong to this place. Ah, moving is rad.