My apartment has been pillaged by Vikings disguised as professional movers. Not only did we underestimate the amount of stuff we were having shipped from France, we over estimated the capacity of our 2nd floor apartment and I fear it will collapse from the weight of our accumulation of belongings. If there is an earthquake (one of my fears about living in California) we're all dead, as we can't even make it to the doors to stand in the safest place in the house. Last night DH and I spent over an hour just trying to clear a path to Gigi's bed, only to discover we'd blocked ourselves into a tiny corner of her room, with the kids running loose, climbing towers of boxes in the rest of the house. Chaos ensued.
My solution to this problem is to move again. We already ditched half of our stuff in Virginia, if we move again, and stay on the run, maybe these boxes will never catch up to us, and I'll never have to unpack?
If you have better solutions let me know. Till then I'll be weeping, looking despondently at our formerly empty and seemingly spacious apartment.
3 comments:
ahhh yes, the joys of moving. I firmly believe that people who decorate in a minimilist style are simply the victims of multiple moves.
Put on a fuzzy pair of awesome socks and eat some oreos. That always helps.
I wish I had a car that didn't suck and money. I would so come down and help you.
Wah.
I think about this all the time: if I had to move tomorrow, what stuff would I be embarrassed to pack/unpack in front of other people? Of course, it doesn't really help me to declutter, I just think about it and think about decluttering! haha I think our collection of children's clothes and toys is enough in itself to fill a whole apartment. Good luck!
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