Well, it does!
I’m getting frustrated because I don’t feel like I’m getting as much done as I’d like in unpacking everything. I’ve done this often enough – 31 times, to be exact. To update that list, add: 2003 – N. Troy, Chicago, IL and 2007 – Holiday Ln., Hainesville, IL. Unpacking and getting everything sorted is always frustrating, and this time it’s a bit worse since some of this stuff hasn’t seen the light of day in three and a half years. There’s a lot of “that should be here somewhere…but where?” going on.
Last night I alternated between doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, bringing up a few more kitchen boxes, fixing the Airport Express (took far longer than it should, and it’s still not quite right), and helping Dan put together our new Hemnes dresser, which explains the pine scent in our bedroom. It took longer than we expected, and we finished up at about 11:30 PM. We still need to fully tack the fiberboard onto the back, but that seemed a bit much hammering to do at that time of night. I mean, I’d like to meet our neighbors at some point, but preferably not while they’re shouting at me to keep the damn noise down.
I’d like to think that once we get a bit more of the kitchen straightened out the rest of the house will fall into place; with the TV unit in place, the living room is close to becoming better organized. That just leaves the upstairs bedrooms, which can be addressed next week, and Dan’s office, which is going to have to wait until the landlord fixes the window (something that was set into motion yesterday – yay!). With luck, maybe by the end of this weekend we can get the main level put away, cleaned, and presentable.
You have my sympathy. If I’d had to move that many times in my life, well, I think I wouldn’t be here any more. Moving is too hard. I thought that even when I was a college student living in a dorm room. The last time around, 8 years ago, the two of us moved from a house in the city where we’d lived for 14 years. That one was really, really unpleasant. I don’t even want to think about doing it ever again.
Gimme a break!! Until 1991, the biggest impact moving
had on you was locating your bed. Call me later, like after work. Have family news…not of the really terrible type but certainly not “let’s pop the bubbly” type either. M
Well, I’d argue that since there’s still the psychological issues of moving and the ongoing turmoil of “where’s my stuff” it’s just as traumatic. Even if you discount anything before 1991, that’s still fourteen moves. Which is more than enough for any sane person! 🙂
I’ve got a bunch of errands to run after work; I’ll give you a call while I’m driving.
So, is the pine smell from the new bedding? 😛
Could be worse. At least you HAVE things to unpack…
Do I *look* like a hampster? (Thank you for not answering that)
But you have a good point. In fact, we have too goddamn much stuff to unpack. You want an entertainment center, by any chance? It’s about 3′ tall by 6′ long, with glass cabinets on either side of a space for a 27″ TV and shelves under the TV.
I’d love an entertainment center. However, we have no room for more furniture in our Grapenuts cerealbox.