I am in the process of packing up my apartment.
Of course, books must be dealt with first. For the uninitiated, this does not mean that I load all my books into a couple giant boxes. Because that is a path of madness leading straight to split cardboard and broken backs. No, books need to be spread out among multiple carriers. And this needs to be a priority. Otherwise things can go to a very dark place.
You see, I go through five distinct stages when I prepare
for a move.
Stage One:
I am meticulous. Everything is beautifully organized. The
boxes make complete sense. Items separated by room in which they belong. A
symphony of compartmentalized perfection. I am invincible. A packing god. You may take a moment to bow. I’ll wait.
Stage Two:
Not feeling quite so divine. But that’s okay. I’ve always
been fond of the whole being human thing. And all my belongings are still
pretty orderly. Sure, there might be some kitchen hand towels in the box with
bathroom hand towels, but that’s not the end of the world. Probably.
Stage Three:
Man, packing takes a long time. When did I get so much
stuff? This can’t all be mine. What should I label this stupid box?
“Books/Linens/Snuggie/Mugs(2)/Light bulb/Avenger Chibis.” Yeah, that’s perfect.
You know, labeling everything “Misc.” is just more efficient. Why was I wasting
all that time before? Just get all of it in boxes. Then maybe a nap.
Stage Four:
You know what? If it doesn’t fit in a box, throw it out. I don’t need all this crap.
Stage Five:
Not already in a box? Fine. Setting you on fire. Done and
done. Where the hell did I pack the damn matches?
There’s always a moment while I’m heating my hands by the
pretty flames when I wonder if perhaps I’ve been a wee bit rash.
I feel a rush of panic, but then I remember all the books
were packed by Stage Three. Relief warms my heart even as the bonfire formally
known as my possessions warms the room.
Books are safe.
Everything else is expendable.
Reason number one to always pack books first.
And it’s totally not my fault if Roomie left some of her
stuff in the blaze path.
That’s on her.
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