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Packing Mode

Today, I stood with a Sunkist Orange box in one hand, held a Sharpie aloft in the other and intoned "It...begins."

Then I packed 'em. Eight boxes in all, not a bad start. James's new employers are paying to fly us out there to apartment hunt, but we don't know the exact date yet, other than "Soon!" However, having given notice on the apartment and reserved the truck, we know we'll be leaving the last week of January and since that's, oh, maybe twenty days, I figure it's time to start packing the non-essentials.

James fears my packing frenzy. This is probably wise--FEAR MY PACKING!--but it really is a good thing, since I always seem to get hit by this vague, restless, roaming pack-it-or-throw-it-out bug a few weeks before the move and wind up doing most of it well before crunch time. So that's good. On the other hand, if he didn't keep trying to convince me to take a break after every single box, there is admittedly a good possibility that I will have us living out of boxes before too long--I've done it before. It's the packing frenzy. I become a sort of tireless juggernaut, wielding packing tape and fitting things together like some demented three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle. I can pack for hours in this mode, without getting tired or bored (which beats the hell out of exhaustedly boxing crap at 3 AM the night before the move!) I even remember to pack each plate with the sheets of newspaper in between, and to bag the candles to make sure they don't melt all over everything. Possibly I missed my calling in life.

Hopefully I'll be able to maintain said packing devotion--we JUST moved a few months ago, and I fear I may be straining the kindness of the Packing Gods. I may need to go sacrifice a white yearling furniture dolly on the bumper of a consecrated U-haul or something...

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May the travails of life never send you packing.

===|==============/ Level Head

I need to invite you over the next time I move...I'm *horrible* about packing. Not only can I not *do* it efficiently (my version of packing is to take an armload of assorted crap, throw it in an appropriately sized box in whatever configuration it lands, then close the box lids in that woven/overlapping style and move on to another box and armoad of crap), but I procrastinate on doing it until the very day before, or even the day *of*, so I often end up packing things while someone else is loading what I just packed onto a U-Haul.


Don't forget the Wombat. He has a foreign passport so if you leave him THEY might deport him.

*laugh* The wombat has pride of place in the box containing my geekosphere (aka those small objects that sit on my monitor and desk.) They'll deport him over my battered body!

I hate packing. I hate packing and moving so much that my boyfriend and I are still living in a house that we're paying too much rent on to a landlady we detest. Last time we moved we hired someone to pack and move us. It was heaven.

I love packing. Perhaps because it gives me a sense of control in a world full of chaos. Or perhaps I just like tape. :)

Where were you for our last move? We were tired of packing and unpacking boxes, having moved into the house only a year ago, so we figured we'd go the easy route for the next move. We did the silly thing of deciding that, since we were only moving from the old house on the property to the new one that we'd built, we could just load stuff into crates, move them, unpack the crates, and then bring the crates back to reload and start the process all over again.

We will never do this again. It does not matter if we move only from one room to another, we will never do this again. Then again, we hope to contain all future moves to the 52 acres that we currently own. Before we moved out here, the longest that we'd stayed in any one place was about 2.5 years.

I did that myself for my last move, but it was up two floors in the same building. All five bookshelves were unpacked in boxes, brought up, and repacked immediately. Nearly everything else fit in those same boxes. A bookshelf takes a lot of boxes to unpack fully.

But I woulnd't do that in different physical buildings. Ugh.

Umm... where do you plan to find a yearling furniture dolly that's still white? Those are extremely hard to come by. ;)

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