Embarrassed

Ok, I am having to collect boxes AGAIN at work to move AGAIN. And I have to admit I'm a little bit embarrassed. I'm trying to do it on the sly. These people are probably thinking "God, get an RV already"...since I seem to keep moving. About the time all my mail starts actually reaching me again...it's time to move.

If you knew me, and how much I value my "personal space" you'd know how traumatic this is. Not that I don't love sharing "personal space" with someone else (that special someone)....just not the population as a whole. And I don't like to live in transit or out of boxes. I like to surround myself with my belongings. (although not like my parents. I often tell them "ok, you know you don't have to put everything you own on display, right.")

Friends laughed that my last apt. looked like Harper's Bizarre. They kept looking for price tags on everything (I told them everything was "best offer"...no price tags, that would be too tacky). I just can't help it that I have such good taste...it's a blessing, and a curse.

Near as I can tell, no one else is moving up here. So I don't have competition for the boxes. That can get ugly real quick. Battle for the boxes.

I have a lesbian (ex) friend that always packs in garbage bags when she moves. Sad part is that it doesn't surprise anyone.

Flash back: One move I made was kinda expedited and I got desperate..... I ended up hanging over the dumpster behind the nearest liquor store digging boxes out.....not a high point in my life :) Why I didn't buy boxes at Uhaul or something is one of life's greatest mysteries.