I have PMS
Not Post Menstural Stress. Pre Moving Stress.
Jake and I are moving from the mountains back to the city. There is a adorable apartment awaiting us in Ultimo, moments stagger from Broadway Mall and the Landsdowne hotel and their $10 Bundy and Coke Jugs.
I’m ecstatic. Cheap rent, good location, having a social life again that doesn’t need to be planned weeks in advance due to the travelling situation.
However before the wonderful apartment with it convenience and low price tag comes that word that sends shivers down all spines who understand it’s terror. Moving.
Moving sucks. Unless you can afford to pay a group of people to pack, move and unpack for you it’s going to suck and it will suck hard.
You have to give notice to your current place, pack the house in time whilst still having access to the things you’ll need up until the day of the move, you need to get quotes for movers, pick a mover, get packing materials, dissconnect bills, reconnect utilities, arrange parking and or storage and give your house the clean of cleans in order to get your bond back.
I have a list stuck to the fridge. Slowly things are being crossed off it.
But I still fucking hate moving
