Musings & Marginal Madness: Moving Problems

            Moving is simultaneously exciting, exhausting, and frustrating.  There’s the adventure of a new place and meeting new people, but then there’s the myriad of physical exertions necessary to settle in a new place: hefting, cleaning, rearranging, laundry, etc.  Finally, there is the annoyance that comes from having too much junk, despite the few boxes that have inevitably disappeared somewhere in the moving process. (Right now I’m just grateful that I don’t have any children. That would make this whole moving business a million times more complicated!)

            Also, I don’t know if this is just me or if it’s a common issue, but not having all my things organized makes it so difficult to concentrate on anything remotely intellectual!  I’m very annoyed by this, since at least fifty percent of the reason I made this move is so that I could have the mental and physical space necessary to work on my writing.  Needless to say, I don’t think I’ll be doing much writing for at least another week.  A major part of the problem, I think, is that I am a homebody.  I enjoy going out and exploring new places, but I have to have my comfortable “home” to retreat to once I’ve used up my social energy.  One of my good friends and I were discussing our hypothetical future homes, and I made a comment about how my theoretical future husband is going to unleash a domestic nesting monster when we get engaged.  She laughed because it’s true.

          Anyway, I should go find a box to sort through…