Last weekend, I had to move to a new apartment, and at this point in my life, I am still leasing, and it seems savor every year I am forced to pack my whole life into boxes, shuttle the boxes about 15 hours down the street, plus unpack it all again.
I am absolutely getting sick of moving all the time, and even though I have never absolutely enjoyed the stress of moving, this is honestly the worst move I’ve had yet.
My home was situated on the eighth floor of the building, plus there is no elevator. This made it nearly impossible to move anything larger than a suitcase. It was harshly exhausting, but that’s not even the worst part. The weather was unusually sizzling that morning, I’m talking savor eighty many degrees plus sunny. It felt savor the sunlight was gonna set myself and others on fire at 1 point! We were moving things in plus out of the sizzling sunlight for hours. This wouldn’t have been so disappointing if the people I was with and I had access to a/c, but of course the building had not yet kicked on the a/c for the season. It made sense given that this was the first really warm morning of the year, but it made things so much worse for us, but when the people I was with and I finally got done with the move, I couldn’t even stay in the apartment. I was so sizzling plus dehydrated that I was desperate for some cool air. There was no way I was going to be able to relax in a room that hot. We ended up going to a restaurant plus laying in the air conditioned dining room for almost 3 hours. I swear, I am never moving again! It’s not worth the struggle.