Monday, September 17, 2012

Camp Chaos

So my movers are coming on the 27th, which essentially gives me a hair more than a week to finish packing.


I'm about 85% done in the kitchen, which leaves the bedroom, bathroom, hall closet, living room (minor), and miscellaneous packing to do.

As you might imagine, my house is a flaming disaster area. I'm reduced to stepping over and around packed boxes, flat boxes, packing material, tape, blah blah blah.

Even though I weeded my belongings ruthlessly over the past year, knowing I was going to be moving somewhere at some point, I still feel like I've got way too much stuff. It's times like this I really want to get down to that Zen thing of my bowl and cushion. And a toothbrush. And a hair brush. And some soap. And ...

Clearly, this way lies madness ...


  1. Don't forget to give me a key so I can take care of anything that's left over when you leave!

  2. ... and your techie tools/toys.

    Wouldn't it be great if we could all live contentedly with what we could carry on our backs (or at most a rolling cart that we could pull along behind us as we explored the world)?