ReasonBeing
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Excuse me while I yell into the void. I warn you now, there is nothing to gained from reading this. You will not learn anything, you will not be enlightened. If anything, you may feel worse than you feel at this moment. Proceed at your own discretion.
I have lived and I have learned. One thing that I have learned over the course of my life, is that packing a house fucking sucks. A little over two years ago, my wife and I thought it would be a great idea to shake life up a little, we quit our current jobs and decided to take ourselves, two girls, and two cats across the country while working various contracts nationwide. We loaded the wagon and took off for greener pastures.
We would get to show our daughters new places, experience new sights and food. My daughters and wife were excited about the possibility of staying near family (who happen to be scattered across the US). And importantly, it would help us get into a better financial position.
All of this has happened; I should have no reason to complain, but Jesus Christ it is the biggest fucking pain in the God damn ass to have to drag all your shit for your daughter 1, daughter 2, wife, yourself, and two cats around the country. We also have to do this every 3-6 months. We have lived in 5 different states and 6 different houses over the past 26 months. Lots of packing, and it sucks.
We packed relatively light at first, but like everyone else, we accumulate shit. It became a problem real quick. If my mom sends one more fucking build-a-bear or god damn playhouse that is the size of full grown cow, to either of my daughter's, I'm going to throw it in a god damn pit of fire.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. The situation has changed, and my wife got an offer we couldn't refuse. We would rent out our home and stay on the West Coast. That means in about a week and a half, I won't have to pack for at least a few years. That day cannot come soon enough
I am now back at our original house, packing. I find myself sitting on this couch, stoned, rambling on gaf, surrounded by a mountain of shit that I don't want to pack anymore. I have to pack up the entire house and drag it over 2'500 miles across the country. One thing is clear, everyone has too much shit. It sucks. Packing fucking sucks.
I have lived and I have learned. One thing that I have learned over the course of my life, is that packing a house fucking sucks. A little over two years ago, my wife and I thought it would be a great idea to shake life up a little, we quit our current jobs and decided to take ourselves, two girls, and two cats across the country while working various contracts nationwide. We loaded the wagon and took off for greener pastures.
We would get to show our daughters new places, experience new sights and food. My daughters and wife were excited about the possibility of staying near family (who happen to be scattered across the US). And importantly, it would help us get into a better financial position.
All of this has happened; I should have no reason to complain, but Jesus Christ it is the biggest fucking pain in the God damn ass to have to drag all your shit for your daughter 1, daughter 2, wife, yourself, and two cats around the country. We also have to do this every 3-6 months. We have lived in 5 different states and 6 different houses over the past 26 months. Lots of packing, and it sucks.
We packed relatively light at first, but like everyone else, we accumulate shit. It became a problem real quick. If my mom sends one more fucking build-a-bear or god damn playhouse that is the size of full grown cow, to either of my daughter's, I'm going to throw it in a god damn pit of fire.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. The situation has changed, and my wife got an offer we couldn't refuse. We would rent out our home and stay on the West Coast. That means in about a week and a half, I won't have to pack for at least a few years. That day cannot come soon enough
I am now back at our original house, packing. I find myself sitting on this couch, stoned, rambling on gaf, surrounded by a mountain of shit that I don't want to pack anymore. I have to pack up the entire house and drag it over 2'500 miles across the country. One thing is clear, everyone has too much shit. It sucks. Packing fucking sucks.
