Heavy Lifting

In effort to make the whole moving out process smoother, I always try to move a few things out ahead of time. Today, I decided I should bring home some winter stuff (and, of course, chill by the pool for a bit). I wasn't certain that I'd really have that much to bring - surprisingly, after I lost all motivation and had to force myself to organize, I had plenty to move, too much in fact.

I ended up awkwardly carrying a 5ft by 1 and 1/2ft storage bin full of junk, with a leather coat wrapped in a fleece blanket on top, a 30 pack beer box filled with winter gear on top of that, and two backpacks with ice skates and boots in them on my back, all at once. YES, I swore, and YES, I injured things.

I almost dropped the clusterfuck 20 times, my fingers are tender, my thighs got the shit scraped outta' them, and I had to buy more beer at the grocery store to compensate as liquor is the only thing that keeps my back from spasming :)

While balancing two empty boxes, an 18 pack, my phone, keys, and wallet, on the way in just now, I tried to stay positive about moving. I was telling myself that it is good to start over (I don't have the foggiest idea where I will be relocating to as of this moment) and that it will be nice to lose any enemies that I may have unintentionally/intentionally created and, more importantly, to get the chance (or in my case actually take the chance) to make new friends out of new neighbors.

We'll see how long this "positive attitude" lasts. As some of you know all too well, change isn't my strong suit. I tend to instinctually apply the if it ain't broke, don't fix it (or, more accurately, if it sorta' functions, why bother?) attitude to just about everything, yet, unfortunately for me the world will keep spinning, time will go on, and I'll continue to become a Real Person whether I like it or not. At least pretending to be prepared offers some comfort AND the added bonus of distracting physical pain.