Why Moving Sucks

Less than a week before moving to Chicago, and instead of packing, I'm posting...

- You can never pack everything up until the last minute, which requires frenetic packing at the last minute.
- Packing at the last minute requires keeping stuff that you should toss, and tossing stuff that you want to keep.
- You forgot to pack the paintings, remove the nails holding them up, and patch the holes in the wall before you packed the tools and plaster.
- If you're an internet junkie like me, your brain prevents your body from packing up the compy until a few hours before the movers show up.
- Liquids are in danger of leaking, so friends get the vodka.
- You can't clean much until the boxes and furniture are gone, and then end up giving yourself a headache from sniffing copious amounts of Lysol on your continuous 6-hour cleaning spree.
- By the time you're done cleaning, you feel like taking a long shower and can't - the soap, towels, and clothes that don't smell like Lysol are all packed and gone.
- For weeks before, you are culinarily challenged to create exciting and creative new delicacies using the shredded coconut and sliced cheese left in the fridge.
- For weeks after, you are stuck unpacking boxes of crap and thinking 'Why didn't I just toss this?'.