Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I love boxes so much I want to be a hobo.
Have I mentioned how much I adore moving?
Seriously. Like I could do this every 6 months and be the happiest woman on earth. Not just happy. Herbal Essences happy.
Give me a box and some tape, and let me go to town. I'll go through dusty stacks of paper that I haven't seen since the last time I moved (in this case, being 8 months). I'll find piles of kids' drawings that were created so long ago that I can't even tell which kid it was; let alone why I kept it.
I'll come across random cords that seem to have no home, yet put fear in my heart every time I think of just tossing 'em. And pieces to board games? Brother let me tell you, I LOVE finding those little colored pegs under cabinets and in corners. To games we no longer own. Puzzle pieces? Bring it on. Broken crayons. Marker-less lids that only make me wonder what piece of furniture it's counterpart is hiding in. Bleeding, lonely markers hiding in my couch.
Oh yes. I love moving.
And the sneezing. Because no matter how often I felt like I was cleaning, I clearly was flat-out delusional.
Posted by Melody at 1/20/2009 01:39:00 PM