divine angst

The problem with waiting so long to start getting packed up is that we don’t have time to do a lot of things—like order moving boxes online for a MUCH cheaper price because they don’t have time to get here.

Of course, we couldn’t start a whole lot earlier, because we had to wait to make sure the whole house-selling thing was going to happen—get through the option period, get repairs done, etc. That doesn’t make me feel any better about it, though.

So now we’re reduced to making piles and throwing things away (or giving them to Goodwill). We can’t really do much of anything else without more boxes, and we’ve run through the few ones we already had. Mr. Angst is going to scavenge at work Monday for more boxes; I’ll do likewise. I’ll also stop at our local liquor store—they like me there, I think. If we can’t get enough that way to get us through this move, we’ll go buy a few boxes at Office or Home Depot.

The good thing, I guess, is that we’re only moving down the street. Next Saturday, with the moving van, we’ll move all the furniture and all the things we’ve boxed up. Those things that are not boxed up can be tossed in the backs of our cars and driven over as time allows and in as many trips as it takes. Since we’re not going to be limited to one trip, we can be a little more disorganized. Not that I like being disorganized, but the flexibility is nice.

This first move will give us a good feel for how the other one will go. We should be able to tell how many more boxes we’ll need for an actual, cross-country move and we’ll have time to either buy them cheaply or get them in other ways.

(I should mention that boxes are hella expensive! $3 for a “large box”—2 feet by 2 feet by 2 feet. I think I should just go to WalMart and by a stack of those plastic storage boxes instead, since they’re a little bigger, a lot more sturdy and less prone to water damage, and and tend to run about $1.50 each.)