This is a weird sensation, preparing to move. Most of my moves have been bit by bit. I am so used to being able to move over weeks or months. Or moving from a place where I had 1/2 a room to a place with 1/2 a room.

Now, I need to plan. I need to box everything, organize, and be prepared. I am horrible at this type of moving. The new place is nice, need to figure out what to do with all of my furniture though. Hard to find the motivation to do all of this packing too, especially when it is so gorgeous outside.

I have about 4 days to do this. My goal is to do a room a day. Main room. Kitchen. Bedroom, Closet/Bathroom. Then, move all this ish on the weekend and figure out what to do with the bigger stuff. It should be a fun prospect.

Lots of memories in this place, some fond, some not so much. I saw the end of relationships, the start of relationships, the begining of my job, a few parties, many friends. This apartment, more so than any others, is the first that I really felt like I was home, and not just living in an apartment. I guess that is what makes leaving this so strange. I don't know if the new one will feel as good, as comfortable. This one just was me.

Pictures of the new place will be forthcoming in the next few weeks as I get settled, but for now, I must go and back.