IMG-20130225-02600.jpg, a photo by karlakp on Flickr.
The container awaits outside. My entire life will go into that big box. Right now I am surrounded by boxes of stuff, and I know how a hoarder feels, weaving their way around a warren of possessions piled up over their heads, balancing precariously. The movers load the container tomorrow.
I don't know if it's worth saying that I FUCKING HATE MOVING? I think that's pretty universal, isn't it?