You Can't Pull A U-Haul Behind A Hearse

Moving sucks. (Especially on the second hottest day of the year.)

But it sucks way less when you have friends and family like I do. It's funny how they come out of the woodwork to help in times of need. We managed to clear out my apartment, masterfully pack the truck, unpack the truck, and even more masterfully (or miraculously) fit my entire life's belongings plus some into a 10' x 10' storage unit. And we only had to ditch the couch. Eh...I wanted a new one anyway.

It amazes me how little I thought I had and now I feel lucky that it all fit in that tiny space. I was all proud thinking that I did such a good job giving stuff away, throwing stuff away. I can guarantee that when I finally do unpack everything, there will be many more giveaway bags. I never want to buy anything ever again. Except for music and clothes. And shoes. I'm nauseous from all this stuff. Like the great theologian Dave Foster says, You can't pull a U-Haul behind a hearse.

So now for the next couple of months I'm living out of a tiny bedroom in the house I grew up in and will be trying my hardest to not ruin the relationship with my family that has been mended over the past few years. It's been less than a week and I'm already regressing to my bad attitude teenage daughter years. If anyone has access to valium, please keep me in mind.