I hate moving. You wouldn't think so, since I've done so much of it in the past ten years or so, but I do. This move is by far the hardest. The other country-to-country moves were pretty easy since we didn't bring much with us to England, and when we moved here most of our things were already in storage in Toronto. I hate the packing, I hate all the calls to arrange for the utilities and services to end, I hate all the address changes, and with this one, there's a lot of red tape too. And we've decided that we don't want to rent from an individual again, it's too much of a pain in the ass. Grumble, grumble, grumble, bitch, bitch, bitch.
We're going to rent an apartment (eventually) instead of a house so that we can save up to buy a house. Utilities are included with most apartments there, so it really is quite a difference in price. I enjoy the yard, but I can do without it for a while to have my own yard.
More packing.
2 comments:
You don't know me, but your blog entries (both of them) :) touched me. I've been moving around too, and sometimes not feeling like I belong. You are so lucky to have so many people who care for you and that will miss you (and vice-versa)...I have no doubt you'll create lasting relationships in your new home too. You've certainly made me want to know you (not in a creepy way). :) I wish you all the good luck in the world with the move, and I look forward to reading more and supporting you from afar (not too far, I'm in California too, for now).
Right there with you hating the packing...grumble, grumble, grumble.
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