Moving brings out the best in people… especially me.
NOT. (just ask the boyfriend)
Usually I get stressed out when I forget to make my bed before going to work in the morning. I get stressed when I leave a dirty dish in the sink for the day. And I get stressed when I run out of lunch essentials to bring to work.
So you can ONLY image my mental and emotional state with all of my belongings out of their places; clothes in boxes, pots and pans lining the perimeter of my walls. And not to mention all of the boyfriends belongs have now been moved into my small studio apartment since he had to be out of his place on Sunday….
My life is a hot, cluttered mess.
If those descriptions aren’t enough proof for you, here are 5 other ways I failed at adulting last week:
I really should have been packing on Thursday night…. but I instead drank Moscow Mules and binge watched Bloodline. (I had to use up my vodka before moving… that was my rational)
I bought a box for moving… and it was too small… so I cried.
I haven’t gone to the grocery store in three weeks because I’m moving “soon”. Not that logical since now I’m sick of eating out and don’t move for 4 more days.
I didn’t buy additional Nespresso pods because I thought I had enough to get us through our move, but this morning I found out I didn’t. Not only did I then have to pay $20 for overnight shipping… I had to go to Starbucks and stand in line for 15 minutes during coffee rush-hour.
On Thursday we officially hit the road and start the drive to Miami…. I plan to be sitting on our new rooftop sipping a LARGE glass(es) of red wine by Friday at 5pm, SHARP.
How has adulting been going for you lately? Have you been crying at inanimate objects like me? :)