So the end of the month is quickly approaching which means it'll be moving time for me. And just in case you're wondering, no I haven't found a new place, but I've given my notice so I have to be out of my current place by then. I'm pretty sure there's also someone waiting to move in.
I've been both anticipating and dreading this day for quite some time. It'll be great to have a change of scenery and, hopefully, a new beginning, but I sure hate all the hassles associated with moving. I cannot adequately express my dislike of packing all my belongings into a few boxes and then moving them somewhere else only try to figure out where to put them once I get to the new place.
But I'm sure all of this will be just fine.
What I dislike the most is watching my personality disappear from the spaces that have been mine and seeing the white walls left behind. I'm sure you couldn't tell from my overly decorated walls (LOL!), but I dislike too much white wall space. It just seems boring to me. It's very important to me to be able to put my stamp on a space whether it be my desk at work, my car or my living space.
I hate that my bedroom walls and dresser now look like this, even if I know that it's necessary and that once I move, it'll all be worth it.
But in the meantime until I do move, it'll just feel empty to me. At least I have yet to take down my kid art collage. I couldn't bear to take that down yet because then my room really would be completely empty. Ugh!