Moving sucks. Going to a new place is nice. New adventures. Adding friends to your life. New possibilities. Starting fresh. LIVING somewhere new is nice. MOVING sucks.

I'm not taking ANY furniture. I'm not taking my new microwave or new toaster. I'm not bringing any kitchen stuff at all. I gave away two garbage bags of clothes to Red Cross. I threw out countless belongings. STILL, I have so much shit. I made a moving/spending budget for settling into a new apartment based off the money I currently have, and the very horrible truth is all my rounding up on expenses and rounding down on my earnings was supposed to make things better for me so in the end, I would have more than I expected. Turns out, I keep having less and less.

UPS was literally laughing at my packing work. They are pretty sure all my shit will break before it gets to LA. They think there is a 50/50 chance. Katie swears UPS is just anal and a little ridiculous on their packing jobs. At this point, I'm incapable of caring. I'll just save my anger and frustration for when the boxes arrive and they actually do show up in shreds. Nightmare.

So, I'm totally confused. I have no idea what the hell is going on, what I actually own, what there is left to do...I am completely out of it. I need a wee glass of wine.

Okay, so I'm sorry that this will have to be last entry for a while. I'm leaving in my mind two weeks before my computer arrives and is set up, and then another month before it works properly, even WITH UPS anal packaging. I have no idea what lies ahead of me, and I know that there will be a time in my life when I'll be jealous of the position I am in right now. So, let's try to enjoy this, shall we?

See you when I'm a west-coaster. Weird.