onefixedstar | (no subject)

I have decided that I do not like moving. The whole process is a pain. First, there's the packing. One would think that after doing a co-op degree which required me to move every four months for nearly five years, I would be good at packing. I'm really, really not. I'm a terribly inefficient packer with no sense of how to fit things together--my desire for like with like tends to overrun my minimal spatial abilities and thus every time I pack I end up with a huge pile of oddly-shaped and bulky things that didn't fit in the box with similar-type stuff and that I didn't want to mix with dissimilar stuff. And then there's the whole issue of moving out vs. moving in. Specifically, I have to be out of my current apartment by noon on August 31st, and can't move into my new apartment until some unknown time on September 1st (and she'd really like it if we could delay just a little longer so that they have time to paint). This presents a bit of a problem, especially since my family swore off helping me move after the last ~~catastrophe~~ event, so I'm supposed to be hiring professional movers. I'd be fine with that if it were for one day, but I'm doubting my ability to afford to hire a professional company for two days. Which means that I need to either hope that I can move into my new place a day early, or I'm going to have to rent a truck and plead with my brothers and local friends to help.