I'm moving. More importantly, I'm moving out of my childhood town. Yay. But I think I forgot how much of a pain moving is. Times 3. I admit that I have a lot of stuff, add that to the man's stuff, plus baby stuff (which seems to dominate every corner of the apartment). I have this strong urge to throw EVERYTHING out. I mean, I don't really need six coffee mugs, do I? And do I really need to keep all of this newborn stuff? It's not like I'm having another baby right now. But how do you pick and choose what to toss? I need the Hoarders crew to come clean and pack for me.
Or a good playlist and some really strong caffeine.
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