I'm supposed to be packing

But instead; its 12:30am and I am up watching an Oprah repeat. I hate moving, despise it. Not because I'm sentimental; but more so lazy. I am a creature of habit and I hate change. So moving a year from my last move is NOT in my range of normal behavior. But my landlord lost my place; so I have to go.

I think my master plan is to stay at this place for 2 years, then purchase. By then I will be done with school; my youngest will be going to Kindergarten so I can have that money available to pay these wretched taxes. Home ownership frightens the hell out of me, but I want the stability that comes with owning my ish...and being able to throw wild parties without repercussions!!! LOL (soo not me).

I'm excited about this move though; the kids will have a backyard, a porch swing. Nice quiet neighborhood, lots of kids. Right by the expressway; so I don't have to fight traffic to go everywhere.

I'm just not excited about this horrid packing. I got a good portion done. Tomorrow I will work on cleaning out the refrigerator and finishing the kitchen. Wednesday will be my room, the linen closet, and the GARAGE. *cue scary music*.

I see.....a lot of shit getting thrown out.

Toodles!