Boxes..the packing kind you perv...

There was just a really big bang upstairs. I'm sure it was a cat since no one is screaming and I can hear the cats running around up there. Kita is asleep behind me so I know it wasn't her. I think she's getting too lazy now anyway. All she wants to do is eat and get her belly scratched. Oh, I can't forget the farting. I'm sure my dog has made passing wind her hobby.

I have nothing in particular to chat about tonight. Nothing interesting going on, nothing new happening. Well, there is a lot that's new but not anything I really want to discuss in a public forum. I almost forgot the "L" in public...that would be interesting....

So, I've decided once and for all that I'm going to move back home. Back to Dominion I go. Dominion isn't really home, Glace Bay is home but Dominion is where most of my friends are and my family. I can't stand it here anymore...BLAH! That "blah" was my scream in the face of the crack dealer across the street, as if to say, "screw you, I'm going home where you can't make me uncomfortable". Crack dealers. I know, they're everywhere but at least Dominion is a little quieter than here. I miss the old neighbourhood across from the school living above a crazy but my best friend on the other side of the wall.....ahh.....memories....nostalgia....

The only thing I dread about moving is packing. I hate packing. Trying to decide what's good and what's garbage; what's coming and what is being given away can be a task of epic proportions causing nothing more than stress that only gives you frizzy hair. It's horrible trying to organize boxes so that all the bedroom stuff is in one box, the bathroom in another and then, for some reason, you pack all your forks in the toy box and have to run to the dollar store because you have nothing to eat with. Yes, I am speaking from experience. Even worse than packing is unpacking. This is worse because you always start with the best of intentions. You're all puffy and full of pride, energetic and optimistic, thinking to yourself how organized you're going to be and this time everything is going to have it's own place. Then, the Task:

Where do you start? One box at a time or open everything and lay it out? Which drawer will be the silverwear drawer? You can't figure it out so you just shove them in one and tell yourself you'll figure it out later but you never do. How will you organize your clothes, sheets, towels, linens?? OK, put them in this closet until you find a better spot. Which angle will I put the couch? Does the furniture even fit? Do you think I need a new coffee table? Oh no, where am I going to store all my keepsakes and do I really need a matchbook from 1989? Is the bed better against this wall or under the window? Where did the screwdriver go? Did you see where the kitchen box went, I can't find the silverwear?

Okay, I'm having a breakdown now just thinking about it...my oh my. It's true, after three years here I still never figured out which drawer in the kitchen would be the better silverwear drawer. Also, no matter how much I try to avoid it, I always end up with a junk drawer in every room.

Weird.