Pack it up, Pack it in
Oh man, it is taking everything I have not to break out and dance to Jump Around right now. (My suggestion: you should probably go to YouTube and enjoy it yourself.)
In other news, it is time. Time to get my rear in gear and all of my dreck packed up to make the big move. For those of you who aren’t aware, I’m far too lazy to drive the 47 hours to my new home (Palo Alto, CA) so I’m shipping my car. This has its advantages and disadvantages. Most importantly it means that I will save several days of my life. I’d love to see some of the sites along the route, but I’m not a fan of driving (read: I’m an awful driver with a bad case of road rage). This also means I won’t be able to utilize all the room in my vehicle. I can technically pack 100 pounds in my trunk, but the back seat will have to be empty (note: I packed my trunk until it could barely shut, probably 200 pounds or so…).
I was under the impression that my car would be shipped last week, but the shipping company had other plans. My car is still sitting in my driveway waiting for its chariot to take it away. I’m hoping they will call today and get it on the road so I’ll have it by next weekend.
Next on my to do list – pack my clothing. I’m not sure if anyone was aware of this, but I may own enough clothing that I don’t have to do laundry for a month (yes, I have that much underwear). According to US Air, if I choose to check a third bag it will cost me $125. What is a girl to do?
Since my cheap bone is bigger than my materialism vein, I decided to purge. Again. I was speaking with some lovely bloggers about my attire and they reminded me that it is quality over quantity. If I haven’t worn an item in a year, I probably shouldn’t hold on to it. And if it doesn’t make my body look bangin’, then I don’t need to ever put it on again. So now I have a thirty pound bag to be donated, I’m hoping someone else enjoys that hoochie dress I used to rock…
To be honest, I’ve managed to pack the majority of my items but then I keep remembering things I want to bring. (Yes, I do need that fourth pair of running shoes.) But now I’m almost scared to put my suitcases on the scale to see how much they weigh. (Although I’m quite excited to see their body fat percentage.)
Alas, I have little time to worry and need to get my sh*t together. Time to go finish this nonsense so I can shake off the stress it is providing me. Two days and counting!
How do you prepare for a big move? Anyone want to be a pack mule and transport some items for me?