the light at the end of the tunnel

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I’m nine days away from moving day, and let me tell you, I’m exhausted. There is light at the end of the tunnel, there’s just a lot of tunnel between me and that light.

I’m surrounded by boxes and bins. They’re stacked everywhere. I’ve got a wall of boxes in the office. There’s a bunch of boxes stacked in front of the closet in my bedroom. The entertainment center in the living room is surrounded by boxes. The dining area is starting to look like a tower of boxes.

It’s hard to believe there could still be anything to pack. However, there seems to be stuff everywhere that still needs to fit into boxes. And I’m still living in this house, so not everything can get packed.

Being a very Virgo Virgo, I have lists for packing, cleaning, things that need to be done two days out, one day out, and the day of moving. There is a satisfaction that comes with checking off boxes.

I go out to the new place on Sunday to sign the lease and do the walk through with the landlady. She even has a checklist for inspecting every room.

For now, though, I have some Death Wish coffee in my Stormtrooper Pew-Pew mug, and lots of work for the day job to get done.

Have a great Thursday, Readers.

Photo by Manikandan Annamalai on Unsplash

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