The title describes my feelings about packing. Which I need to do. Especially if I’m ever going to achieve my dreams of living like this.
It’s just so LAME, ya KNOW?
Even though I am the opposite of jazzed about packing up my LIFE, I do finally have boxes that I got from work. So that’s cool. Less cool? That I have to schlep them home on the subway tonight. For the first time EVER I wish I had a car in the city. But I think this feeling will pass.
I’m now taking suggestions for my “Packing up my LIFE” playlist. (Don’t bother mentioning “Don’t Stop Believin'”. That’s pretty much built into any playlist I ever create.)