I hate moving

I love unpacking and putting things away, but I hate moving.  I am still moving.  It’s been almost a week - I got the key last Friday, moved a few things Saturday, spent parts of Sunday & Monday at what was my house sorting through the minimal number of items I could actually take with me, and since then it’s been a slow process of taking a few things over, checking that the landlord has fixed something, then going back to my friend’s house to stay the night.  The place is still not ready, and it’s loaded with boxes, and there’s NO STORAGE SPACE.  I’m having to Ikea-up, just to have a place for food and clothing.  Whatever.  It’ll be good to be done.  Maybe it’ll be this weekend.  Won’t have screens on the windows or a handle on the oven until early next week, though.

 I look forward to having this unsettled homeless stress-filled phase behind me.  Though more stress is to come.