I HATE moving. It doesn't matter that this is a relatively small move, because i've been traveling light for the last two years (since i only ever expected to stay in WMass for 5 months). It's still a pain. So much flotsam and jetsam that reminds me of how much junk i accumulate and how little of it matters. Arrrgh.... life is fleeting and i'm wasting it accumulating scraps of paper that i can't let go of.
(Cross-post like everywhere. If you weren't aware i was moving but cared enough that you wished you had known it, see my real blog.)