moving is the pits

I am moving this week. I hate it so much! Putting all your stuff in boxes, and not all of it fits right, and you get frustrated and throw lots of stuff away that you immediately want when you’re settled into your new place (hangers, old magazines, etc.) I hate the newsprint that gets all over my hands when I wrap my dishes in the New York Times, and I hate that my dishes will probably break anyway because that is Just My Luck. I hate packaging tape, I hate carrying boxes, I hate thinking about how I’m going to move my bed, I hate asking friends to help me. Bleh. I do love writing content lists on boxes with Sharpie though. The best so far is:
*1/2 coffee maker
*1/2 blender
*bulk popcorn
*kettle
*chandelier teapot
*green tapestry
*New Yorkers
Whatever fits, man.
I’m moving into a house with my friends Will and Lisa, and their twin 3 year old boys, Eban and Amedeo. It will be chaotic, but also nice to feel part of a family. Those boys are like my nephews- as an only child they are probably the closest I’ll get. They used to call me Aunt Gorgeous, but they’ve (sadly) phased it out. Now they just call me Willow, but they are little, so it sounds like “Wiwwow” which is also really cute. They have a new kitten named Frank who they cannot stop chasing (depite many time-outs.) Yikes.