Moving

Boxes boxes everywhere,
But not a drop to drink.

Moving has to be the crappiest thing ever. I was excited. I like change. I really do. It's refreshing and you can redefine a little bit of your world.
But I'm ready to be done with this redefinition.
I love my new apartment. I really do. The floor plan is great and it seems so much roomier. We have a fireplace, and a starter log waiting at home. (How romantic...)
But also waiting at home are boxes. And boxes. And more boxes. And, yes, even more boxes. I hate boxes. They smell yucky, and they get in my way, and I can't find anything. And by anything I mean clean work slacks, and my shampoo!
I just want everything to be unpacked!
So here's what we're going to do. Start with one box and empty it. Then go to the next box. All the while putting everything in it's proper place. That's really all we can do isn't it?