I have to say that I'm learning a lot about myself and what a dumbass I am most of the time. Part of this move for me is simplifying, meaning that I am attempting to get rid of a lot of the stuff that I do not need, or should not be lugging around anymore. Now, I still have a lot of crap, but I'm trying to get rid of a lot too. I decided to move myself to my new place because I don't have a lot of heavy stuff and because so much was staying, it would be impossible to pack. I have been bringing stuff over slowly all month unpacking it, and then returning for more. But at some point, I had to tackle larger items. Some stuff Maggie and I did, some stuff I did by myself with my dad's truck, and then came the heavy stuff. I have been worrying and trying to find someone to move my bigger stuff for two weeks and getting anxious. Last night as I was laying in bed I realised that I had been blowing this up way out of proportion and feeling helpless and pathetic for a few sticks of furniture. The solution was simple: I put an ad in our company forum looking for two guys to move stuff for me for $200. Within minutes this stupid problem that I'd been agonizing over was gone and I have no idea why I didn't do it earlier. Yeah, it's a lot of money for very little effort, but it's done. Saturday morning they are showing up and moving my crap. It's a small price to pay for so much weight off my shoulders (ha ha).
I just can't figure out why I got my panties in such a bunch and adopted such a defeatist attitude when the answer was so damn simple.
Lesson learned! Moving on!