I'm moving out of my house one week from today, and I don't know how it's going to get done. My house is a sty--which is my new nickname, btw (fitting)--and I've hardly done any packing.
When I've moved in the past, I've always been uber-organized and gotten everything done in advance. But not this time.
I alternate between feeling totally crazed about it, and hiding my head in the sand, hoping it will go away. At least I have an excuse: my sprained ankle still isn't healed, so it's hard to walk across a room, let alone traipse up and down steps.
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