I hate moving.

I don't know if there are words for how much I despise moving.

Truly, they don't exist.

I hate the leaving of friends.

I hate finding a new place to live.

but more than just about anything else...

I HATE PACKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UGH! I despise it. It drives me nuts. But it has to be done. Plain and simple.

But I own WAY to much CRAP!

It's just so incredibly annoying to face it. Which is why it took me three days to pack my room instead of one.

Packing up the bathroom isn't bad. I did that in less than 20 minutes. I just don't keep a lot in the bathroom.

I'm still not ready to face to kitchen, which I have to do before I go to bed tonight, so I can clean in the morning. (in addition to taking care of my fix-it ticket, and getting my oil topped off *cough* again.)

I also hate how scattered things get when I pack. I think I accidentally packed my fix-it ticket and so I am hoping they can pull it up at the court house.

I mean, I have learned a few useful skills, in the humblest way possible, I am FREAKING good at packing a car with a LOT of stuff. Really the only two people I know who might be better than me are my mother and sister, but I'm catching up.

And it's not like I hate new beginnings or ALL of the change with moving.

I like meeting new people.

If I could just do it without having to pack and clean everything.

Mostly the packing.