For the last two weeks, I’ve been living the perfect storm. No, I haven’t been making widows to the sea (unless you count the thousands of microbes lost to the salty tears of frustration, then yes, I have), but I have been really busy at work in addition to moving because, after a long and painful 195 days, we finally closed on our short sale house.
The past few weeks of sheer madness have taught me some important lessons though.
- According to my pantry, I don’t drink as much tea as I think I do.
- Moving in the middle of the night and going to work in the next morning is only romantic in the movies.
- I don’t like strangers in my house. (I actually already knew this, but I feel like it’s important enough to restate it.)
- I am really good at accidentally setting off my house’s burglar alarm.
- My house has a turret, which honestly should be all the protection I need, but I need to hire some extra archers first.
- According to my cats, I’m the world’s meanest pet owner for making them move.
- You don’t get a discount for your homeowner’s insurance discount for having ornery cats, only dogs.
- However, cats will basically forgive you for anything after you’ve fed them.
- You should always have a stiff drink around while moving furniture.
- In an attempt to save money, I’ve cut my cable bill, but none of my friends with HBO have an HBO GO provider that works with Roku. I know, you’re probably thinking “first world problem,” but really it’s a Westeros problem.
- I’ve moved closer to my work, but my public transit commute takes the same amount of time, which means I’m living in a paradox and quite possibly a time vortex. Not quite sure how to reap any benefits of this, other than the fact that I can cause people on the train who’ve annoyed me to have a longer commute. I may go mad with all the power.
I’ll hopefully be back to regular posting next week, after I’m no longer living out of a suitcase.