I'm moving in to a new apartment in September with my girlfriend. The prospect of this is very exciting, so much so that I was willing to go through a process that I absolutely hate.
I like being in new places. I hate the process of packing up my life, securing safe transportation for it across a major city, hoping it's all in one piece when it gets there, then taking it all out of the boxes again. The process of moving all my stuff from one locale to another makes me five kinds of aggravated.
So you can imagine my joy when we decided on an apartment that's downstairs from my current one. Minimal effort for moving! Just carrying stuff down a single flight of stairs! I don't even have to put my cats in carriers!
I thought I'd avoided one of the biggest annoyances of the moving process, but the last few weeks has reminded me of the other aspect of moving that makes me want to kill someone.
For the past few weeks strangers have been walking through my apartment and deciding whether they want to live there or not. I wouldn't be so opposed to this process if the last few realtors had actually bothered to call me before they showed up. One went so far as to come in, unannounced, while I was taking a shower.
No matter how easy moving appears to be, there's always something that sneaks up on you and makes you want to kill someone. Preferably a realtor.
That's all from me for now.