“I’M MOVING”. These must be two of the most dreaded words in the English language that can come from a friend or family members’ mouth. Especially when you’re the one saying them. In my case, I have moved a lot. Call it wanderlust, call it immaturity, call it financial burden, call it indecision….in the past 2 years I have moved 4 times….and that doesn’t count the mini-moves between the real moves to brother’s couches and parents spare bedrooms.
Either way, like everything in life, Murphy’s Law tends to play a part on that dreaded day. The movers don’t show…you hoist your couch up the roof through a window from your new neighbours’ balcony…(yep, that actually happened) and you thank your lucky stars that you haven’t pissed off everybody in your life enough to have to do it alone.
Despite my somewhat cursed luck when it comes to these things, I thank the universe that I have friends and family patient enough to keep coming back through my uncertainty, new roommates, boyfriends, and various cities to lend a hand….even if that hand shines up your kitchen ware with Windex so that everything you drink tastes like poisonous soap. Yep…that also actually happened.
Thanks mom. Love you too.
The Ginga Ninja