Moving equates to:
1. Creating boxes out of cardboard by way of folding and the assistance of duct tape. Then place inanimate objects into box. You realize that you never really had any use for them in the first place, but are hopeful that perhaps in the new place you could find a use for said objects.
2. Stress. Enough said.
3. Anger. Refer back to stress.
4. Exhaustion. Refer back to boxes, stress, and anger.
After the entire moving process is finally over, you finally get to sleep in your new room. New wall placements, new window placements, new closet placement, and new hallway placement. You think you will be fine- it's nothing new that you haven't experienced before. Then once the lights are turned off, and you're snuggled under your covers, that is when you begin to notice things. Such as the shadow in the corner that looks like a monster out of the Scooby- Doo cartoons, or the sudden creaking of the wooden floor panel in the hallway. Your mind begins to play tricks on you, and you begin to wonder if your house or even the neighborhood might be haunted. You spend the half the night worrying and the other half trying to fall asleep.
As the insanely bright rays of the morning sun shine through your new and spotless windows, you realize that you have survived your first night.
And. It. Will. All. Be. Fine. From. Here. On.
P.S. I do not know how to feel about moving this upcoming weekend, considering the fact tarantulas and scorpions are going to be my nature- neighbors.
P.P.S. Call an ambulance in advance in the unlikely case I will have a heart- attack upon coming across a nature- neighbor.
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