Swimming in Boxes

You know what’s weird about this whole moving thing? It’s that I’m ridiculously calm about it. There is SO much going on in my life that I really should be more consumed and overwhelmed by it all, but I’m not. I have a feeling I might start freaking out at the last minute.

Currently, I’m happy-go-lucky with the whole purge-donate-pack process. Did I mention I also have to clear out my place to stage it properly to rent it out? Unflustered, I’m simply packing stuff up, clearing things away and then taking shots, room by room. One room every two days. So far it’s working.

A number of people have remarked that moving is one of the most stressful life events possible - and I don’t disagree. I just think that my body is plugging it’s ears and singing ‘la la la,’ all in a state of ignorant bliss. 

My boyfriend is more stressed than I am, and that’s saying something. He is one of the calmest people I know - one of the many traits of him I love and appreciate. But even he is like, “I don’t know how we’re going to do this!” and my response is like, “meh. We’ll figure it out.”

What is going on? LOL