tomorrow is my last day in the chesterfield. i’ve lived there for something like 4 years (almost). it’s been a pretty good time overall. it’s the longest i’ve been in one place since i left home for college in 1998.

moving is always such a pain in the ass. there’s really only a couple of things that i truly enjoy about moving. one being throwing shit away. the other is actually getting to the new place to unpack. everything else in between, from packing to loading the truck to unloading it, really sucks.

i don’t think there are any people that really like to move. i’d imagine even nomadic peoples start to feel comfortable in a place.

the fact that people for the most part settle down is kind of interesting though. a lot of human history comes from following food and/or weather. only in past few hundred years have we been able to settle down. i don’t think it took very long for us to get used to that though.

moving is always a stressful experience. there’s the fear that you won’t have enough room for all your shit. the fear that there will be something you missed about the new place that completely sucks. the fear that you’ll end up next to some jackasses that are too loud, or that are too quiet (making you the loud one!). actually, there’s a lot of fear involved in moving.

i’m moving in with my girlfriend. that’s a fear too in a way. i’m really excited to do this, and i know she is too. but at the same time i think we both have some reservations. i think that’s healthy. all in all though, i know this is the right thing at the right time because it feels right.

more than afraid, i’m excited. that’s the best feeling when moving time comes, for sure.