i want my life back

I hate packing.
I have probably move an above average amount of times.
I should have the packing thing down to a science.
But I still hate it.
I hate how it just disrupts life.
I hate having all those boxes & clutter & mess.
You know how in movies and television one character will show up at the house of another’s to find that overnight they packed up and left leaving only a phone book on the kitchen counter with a note saying, “You’re better off with out me. I don’t want to endanger your life!”?
Don’t mess with me.
You know how in movies and television people will up and move and “send for their things”?
Well, I want to send for my things.

I know all of this is my own doing.
It was my choice to move.
I could stay put.
I know.

I don’t really care for how moving is cutting into my knitting time. When I do knit I know that it’s a form of procrastination. I try to pretend to only see the yarn. No boxes that need to be filled. No dishes that need to be wrapped in newspaper. No lipsticks that I need to make my self throw out.
Only yarn.
Cotton dishcloth yarn in yummy colors.
Lamb’s Pride worsted becoming a felted box for my new bedroom.

I’ve also been using Loreli & Rory Gilmore & Anne Lamott as distractions. I have the first season of The Gilmore Girls on DVD from Netflix and I borrowed Blue Shoe from Katie. Last night I found out that my friend, Shelley, who is also moving on Saturday has zero boxes packed. I’m going to be honest even though it might make me sound like a rotten friend…that made me feel a lot better.