The Moving Disease

So now that I’ve made the decision to pack up my entire life and move a full day’s drive away from all that I’ve ever known, I am ready.

            Problem is, I’m not moving for another 5 weeks…

            As much as I want to just put every single thing I have into a box and get it into a truck, I still need pretty much everything.  I’ve packed up some pots and pans and blenders and stuff I don’t use on a regular basis.  Luckily I have access to my parents’ kitchen so I can use most of their stuff to cook.  But I’m not putting my Keurig away until the very last second. My microwave and toaster oven, all my clothes.  I need them! I don’t know what to do.

            I feel like I have a pre-moving disease.  All I want to do is start the process, but I just can’t.  I’ve been pinning moving tips and reminders and checklists and what not, but then what?  Am I just supposed to sit and wait for a month until I can actually START packing?  I’m just so excited now and I have all this energy to put into this move, but I have to wait. And wait. And wait. And I DON’T WANT TO.

            Also, I want to buy things FOR my new place. Jim and I don’t really have any of our own furniture.  We have our bed and a few dressers given to us from our parents, and a wonderful couch donated from one of my best friends, and a futon for when we get down there.  But we don’t really have anything of our own, to make the place ours.  It seems like a lot of stuff in the tiny space that we do have, but I’m afraid when we get down there it will seem so empty. 

Every time I go shopping, I see a desk or a coffee table that just looks perfect! But that’s just one more thing we’ll have to fit into the U-Haul instead of buying it when we get down there.  Also, we are moving a week before Christmas, so I know we’re going to get a lot of presents for the house, but it’s so hard trying to talk myself down from buying that beautiful set of knives or the 10 piece kitchen set.  I’m not one of those Martha Stewart types who needs to make my home look like a magazine (and I admire the women who have the energy to do that and keep it up), but I think I am just so excited to finally have something that’s my own.  And sure, I have to share with Jim the boyfriend, but he really doesn’t care about home décor.  To him, a table is a table, whether its made of wood, plastic or metal doesn’t matter.  I just want time to move faster so I can start getting ready for this move and get down there to my new home! I know I’m going to miss Massachusetts so much, but right now, December 15th can’t come fast enough!