I Hate Unpacking
Here I am, officially in Vegas for one week now. The movers showed up the day after I did, one week ago yesterday. You would think one week would be adequate time to unpack everything. But it's not. Not at all.
As we're unpacking, a re-occurring theme was, "Why the hell did I bring this?!?!" When you're packing, you don't want to forget anything. When you're unpacking, you want to get rid of things. Different priorities, I guess. Already we have 2 boxes set to go to the Goodwill.
God bless the wife, she was up until all hours of the night unpacking. This morning as I write this I see that all the boxes in the dining room are full, and all the previously full boxes in the living room are now empty. She was a machine! Lest you think I'm a cad, we had a deal; I had to pack everything alone, so she's going to unpack everything for the most part. I've done my stuff though, you don't want girls touching your personal belongings... even if they are your wife. They don't know what the 'good stuff' really is.
Moving into the new place is kind of fun though. We get to re-invision our reality. The new place is much better than the old one. Our old place was filled with hand me down furniture and cheap stuff we bought on special during the 'young years.' None of that came to the new place. We've bought all new furniture and are making a new lifestyle. That's not only expensive, but complicated in other ways as well. It can also be a lot of fun.
Still, there's a lot to do. I'm trying to setup a dedicated home theater room, which is requiring more and more purchases. I have to admit I'm winging it, with the idea of how I want it in my mind. I'm sure if I put it all down on paper and went for it, it would be quicker and easier. Instead, I'm doing X amount, then running into a new situation, addressing it, over and over. Kind of fun though still; it's not like I have anything better to do right now. Like unpack.
I hate unpacking.
As we're unpacking, a re-occurring theme was, "Why the hell did I bring this?!?!" When you're packing, you don't want to forget anything. When you're unpacking, you want to get rid of things. Different priorities, I guess. Already we have 2 boxes set to go to the Goodwill.
God bless the wife, she was up until all hours of the night unpacking. This morning as I write this I see that all the boxes in the dining room are full, and all the previously full boxes in the living room are now empty. She was a machine! Lest you think I'm a cad, we had a deal; I had to pack everything alone, so she's going to unpack everything for the most part. I've done my stuff though, you don't want girls touching your personal belongings... even if they are your wife. They don't know what the 'good stuff' really is.
Moving into the new place is kind of fun though. We get to re-invision our reality. The new place is much better than the old one. Our old place was filled with hand me down furniture and cheap stuff we bought on special during the 'young years.' None of that came to the new place. We've bought all new furniture and are making a new lifestyle. That's not only expensive, but complicated in other ways as well. It can also be a lot of fun.
Still, there's a lot to do. I'm trying to setup a dedicated home theater room, which is requiring more and more purchases. I have to admit I'm winging it, with the idea of how I want it in my mind. I'm sure if I put it all down on paper and went for it, it would be quicker and easier. Instead, I'm doing X amount, then running into a new situation, addressing it, over and over. Kind of fun though still; it's not like I have anything better to do right now. Like unpack.
I hate unpacking.
posted by Unknown at 10:26 AM
5 Comments:
Don't worry about taking a long time to unpack.
I've lived here for 3 years and I'm still unpacking and packing.
Congrats again on the move, even if some of it was a pain in the ass. At least you are "home."
I am home now. Look forward to some more blog entries this week, there's a lot to bitch about here. LOL
I hate the sun.
I hate heat.
I hate tourists.
I hate noisy casinos.
On that list all I have to deal with is the heat and the sun. They go hand in hand, you know? And it's not like I'm in a house that is right between Ceasar's Palace and Mandalay Bay, or something. Jeez, I'm like 11 miles from the strip.
And besides, since one car has an OR plate, and the other has a WA plate, everyone thinks I'm a tourist.
Yay!
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