I received a text from Melissa the other day that queried, simply, “When are you moving?”
My response? “That requires an e-mail, not a text.”
See, I’m moving now.
And then again. And again.
My lease ends this weekend, but school (AKA my job) doesn’t end until mid-June.
And then I’ll be back and forth between Charlottesville and my parents’ homes, and potentially on a road trip with my sister.
I can’t really keep track of it all either, but eventually I’ll move (for the three hundredth time this summer) to Alabama. Eventually.
Until then, we can take a moment to reflect on the crazy that I continue to be every time I pack up and go with these moving confessions.
I still spend a lot of time cooking…
…that should probably be used for packing.
There has been a serious internal debate raging as to the fate of Guapo and Goldie:
Does a PhD student really need Goldfish-shaped snack containers?
I just might.
I do not, however, have any issues packing my Chobani Champions lunchbox.
But if I am being honest, I must confess that I know there are more bars in my office at school, and many that I brought back from Blend, and it stresses me out a bit to know I will have to have a second bar container.
Once I’ve sorted and decided what needs to go to Goodwill, I have to take it immediately or else I will second guess my decision and end up carrying 25 pairs of shoes I never wear across the country
for a third time.
However, I also sometimes give away things I probably shouldn’t because I don’t want to deal with them. [This is why I didn’t have a bed for nine months after the last move.]
I always end up packing tons of unopened food.
And not just for ‘travel snacks.’
Hey, I’m going to be a student again. I might as well start my new life with a stocked pantry before turning to Kraft mac & cheese and ramen noodles, right?
It might help if I didn’t stockpile food to begin with.
But you really wouldn’t be able to tell from my kitchen–-or my grocery store visits--these past few weeks that I’m going anywhere
but a bomb shelter.
Good thing I pretty much subsist on melon these days, so I’m not worriedabout finishing these. [A similarly sized second cantaloupe was almost entirely consumed within 8 hours.]
(Also, I can take food with me to my temporary abode, so there’s no pressure to do the whole ‘completely purge the pantry, fridge, and freezer routine.)
It seemed a brilliant move to use dried fruit instead of newspaper as padding for my dishware.
Apparently I didn’t pay very close attention to this note from Maddy at Love Grown she put in a love drop months ago.
So…how about I just give them away now?
For a chance to win either a free bag of Love, or a coupon for $1.00 off—plus some individually-sized packages—leave a comment with YOUR confession for today. It can be about moving, or the rate at which you consume melon, or the fact that you often prefer made-for-TV romantic comedies to most thought-provoking ‘films.’ I don’t care.
I will choose my favorite. It won’t be random.
If you’re lucky, I might even throw in some of the random bars that won’t fit in my Chobani lunchbox, too.