Story of my life right?
I was frantic, and wasn't sure I was going to be able to find enough boxes. I was searching high and low and I am pretty sure I broke into a sweat. . . in my sleep.
I woke up and thought, woah. THAT was a crazy dream.
I am purging boxes out of my house like nobody's business right now. I am tossing them out on the curb, and I hope to NEVER see them again.
I have a little confession, with living in rentals for the last three years, one knows they are going to be moving. Sometime, in the near future.
I kept boxes.
I never unpacked boxes.
I have things in my bedroom currently that I haven't seen for at least two years!
I folded up boxes and lined the walls of my garage with them.
I hid them in my food pantry,
my closets
and my basement.
I hoarded boxes.
And now. . .
I AM GETTING RID OF THEM!!!!!
Almost done.
4 comments:
You know when you say 'boxing out' I'm having flashbacks to Wotjeck and Hartley right?? And all the graba** b&*$@^%. And dances with wolves. Ahhh.
Glad you're purging. It's one of the best feelings I know!
YAY! for NO MORE BOXES!
Yahoo!! I look forward to that day when I can join you in the "no box hoarding club"- I mean the no longer renting club!
yahoo! I hate renting too, it always feels like you have one foot out of the door...
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