Didn't I write an entry about boxes and packing at some point? Well here I am again, going through my life (as sorted in boxes) and wondering how on earth I will survive the next two weeks. The dust alone is making my head hurt from all the sneezes and sniffles, not to mention the rolling of my eyes in exasperation from the result of last time's attempt to sort through the madness..
'Why would I have thought that keeping this was a good idea?'
(Aaaachooo!)
'Did I really put this in the 'keep' pile?'
(Aaaachooo!)
I am not a hoarder by any means, the show Buried Alive makes my skin crawl.. but now that I have literally just dropped off a load of things at a nearby shelter, I came back to the house only to feel even more claustrophobic than before!
Wish me luck on this endeavor and let's keep our eyes on the proverbial prize of a new start in a new state..
