For as many years as I have lived in Boone, I have lived in a different location each year. At first this concept seemed like a fun idea; I get to redecorate every year, buy new things for the apartment, and simply get a change of scenery. However, now the idea has lost it's luster to me. For the sixth year in a row, and unfortunately not the last, I am in the process of moving. I used to like a little physical labor every now and then, but I am to the point now where I just want to hire a professional crew to do the dirty work for me. Although I wouldn't necessarily say my brother and his friend qualify as a "professional crew", their help was much appreciated nonetheless.
George has also been traumatized by the moving experience (it is his first move after all)! Every time I go to take a new load to the new apartment, George runs to the door and "meows" as if to say, "Why are you leeeeaving meeee?" As if this little guy couldn't get any cuter, right? But his cuteness has recently been outshined by the fact that he has destroyed this once brand new apartment. He can't help the fact that he likes to dig up the carpet or scratch holes in the window screen. And certainly I cannot get mad at the tiny infant for doing what he was born to do. But phew, he is going to have to get a second job to pay for these expenses (and if you're wondering what his first job is, it's providing me with entertainment, which he never fails to do).
The only thing that is pushing me to keep on keepin' on is the fact that my closet at the new apartment is atleast twice the size of my current closet. This is essential due to the fact that I have a new obsession with buying practically anything that is on sale, but also comes with dire consequences. Extra room means extra space for extra clothes/shoes/whatever. Uh oh! But my motto has always been out with the old and in with the new. Haha, yeah right, this is my mother's motto that I have recently been referring to. Due to the fact that I have a mild hoarding obsession, I have accumulated a lot of, well, junk. After throwing away bag after bag of who knows what, and taking numerous bags of clothing to Goodwill, I feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that I am a little less cluttered.
I am simply looking forward to getting settled in to the new place and giving George his first change of scenery. And knowing me, this definitely won't be his last change of scenery. Really wishing I could take him to New York with me next week, but he will have to suffice with Turtle Creek.