Ready, Set......

Job: check
Apartment: check
Movers: check
Packing: umm...

Why is it so hard for me to pack? I hate doing it. Maybe it's because in the time I lived with my parents, we NEVER moved. Now here I am, seemingly moving every year or 2 and I despise the act of packing up my belongings into cardboard boxes.

I've made it my goal to pack at least 3 boxes a night. So far I've packed 9 boxes over the past 2 nights, thus exceeding my goal. I have to be totally packed before I head to ATL for Labor Day weekend because the movers come the day after I get back. It's not like I have that much stuff and the majority of it is my kitchen stuff, it's just daunting I guess.

This weekend the roommate and I are headed up to VT to pick up the keys to my apartment and tour the area. I don't know what it is, but as soon as I see the Welcome to VT rest area on I-91, a huge wave of relaxation comes over me (the rest area looks like a barn!).

I'm so ready just to be done and move into my new place!