Yesterday I came home from work with all sorts of motivation to prepare for our move. I packed up three (smaller) boxes full of DVDs and other random multimedia. I dusted off my guitar and packed it up in its case. I penciled in things to do on my calendar, like “call the utility company” and “buy a carbon monoxide detector.” And I did some research on renters insurance.

And then it hit me. I may have made a few small strides (finally!), but I really only have NINE days to pack. Three boxes in one day is no longer going to cut it. I leave for a trip next week and come back on the day our lease starts. I plan on bringing over a carload of boxes each day after I return (so I’d like to be all packed by them) and before our official move-in day (still 18 days away).

Sigh… just thinking about this is making me exhausted. But it will be soooooo worth it in the end!