There is nothing more that I hate than moving.

Wait, let me elaborate on that. There is nothing more that I hate than moving someone other than myself to a new place.

Is it really almost the first of February? The time when my fiancé will finally be able to live in the brand new, spacious duplex in Bay View, mere minutes from the lake and downtown Bay View attractions, situated in a quaint, quiet neighborhood? Yay! That’s really quite exciting! 

Wait, I have to help you move there?!

You know the prayer, “God, grant me the serenity”? Yup, this is one of those prayers that I’ve been mumbling under my breath since Sunday. I figured if I’m going to suffer, it might as well be for a good cause. All those souls in purgatory need all the prayers they can get.

I know, I know. I’m being dramatic. I should be happy that Matt and I still have the opportunity to test our relationship before we tie the knot, seeing as how it’s inevitable that we will have much, much bigger problems to deal with in the future. So it’s good that I know when to leave Matt alone, when he should leave me alone, and when we both need each other the most.

Even so, it’s so hard for me to remember all this when I’m running up and down two flights of stairs every two minutes, carrying boxes and dresser drawers and a blowup mattress that’s used for camping…that isn’t even mine. Oh, and don’t forget that pair of crutches that is sure to be used again!

 Ugh. I can’t wait until all this is over. Prayers, please!  


Music playing while writing this: “Romeo’s Tune” by Steve Forbert