The crap! It never ends! No matter how many boxes I pack or how much stuff I bring to Goodwill or how many bags of trash I throw away, the crap keeps appearing. Our apartment is pretty small so I don’t know where it was all hiding for the last year. When we first started planning this move, we considered renting a U-Haul. The website suggested one of the smaller 10-foot trucks for one-bedroom apartments, but I’m pretty sure if we had tried to move all our furniture, boxes and other crap at the same time, we would have needed the 26-foot Super Mover.

I go home everyday and try to pack or clean something, but I can never seem to dig out of the junkyard that our apartment has become. Our new place has 500 more square feet, another bedroom and bathroom, and a laundry room. We are never leaving that place. Even when we have kids and money. Even if we get offered amazing jobs across the country. I’m staying there forever because I don’t want to deal with all this crap again.

But really, I shouldn’t complain too much. I’m stressed about moving, stressed about starting classes, stressed about leaving this job, stressed about finding another one. But more than anything I’m so fucking excited! I love change and I love new adventures. I get bored and restless so easily, so when I’m in transition like this, I feel really good. Yeah it’s stressful and a little scary, but my god I’m moving! I’m doing exactly what I decided I wanted to do. It’s happening. Soon enough I’ll be bored in my new apartment, bored at my new job (please God help me get a job), sick of grad school and annoyed with my family. But right now, today, all those things are still new and exciting.

I’m so frickin’ happy about it all that I don’t even care how much crap I have left to dig through tonight.