I have 16 days until I move to Charleston. For a normal person that does not have a highly anal retentive, somewhat hyperbolic personality, this should seem like a decent amount of time to get things organized, formulate a moving "plan" and set-up things like power, etc. Not for me. The very thought of moving (not "living in a new place", but actual "moving") throws me into panic mode. I hate the feeling of disarray that comes with moving. Everything is so out of place and while I love putting things in their place, I often find myself becoming entirely overwhelmed when it involves my entire home.
Since freshman year of college I have moved 8 times, so you would think that this would be something I would get over and just deal with accordingly. Nope. Last week, I had Moving Meltdown #1, but got through it with a little help from real-life friend Alison, and medication friend Tranxene. This week I feel myself slowly slipping into Moving Meltdown #2 as I think about everything in my room that needs to get packed up, as well as everything that did NOT get packed up, but rather thrown away, when I moved from Greenville and therefore needs to be replaced prior to my moving to Charleston.
The problem is, in order for me to avoid having a meltdown, I tend to engage myself in other activities besides moving planning and arrangements, especially on the weekends. Then shit doesn't get done, and we've come full circle to me freaking out again.
There's no particular reason at all that I should be freaking. In fact, I couldn't be more thrilled to be moving to my favorite city in the world, and on top of that, going to law school. All that is fantastic.
So, I get it. Shut up and deal with it. It's a part of life, and frankly, not a very challenging one. And I will. But, I just had to blog about it first...to avoid actually having to do it.
