no price could be too high

I’ve already decided that next time I move, I don’t care how much it costs, I’m hiring professional movers. I’m even going so far as hiring the people that put all of your worldly possessions in a box for you. I’m even gonna find an auto shipping provider, because the less I deal with, the happier I’m going to be in the long run.

Ideally, I’d also be able to hire someone to go through all five thousands articles of clothing I have and throw out the ones I’ll never wear again – without asking my opinion, of course, because otherwise, I’d be in the same predicament I’m in right now – too many pants for my dresser and too many shirts for my closet.

I’m not sure what prompted me to think that I wanted to pack up everything I own, then move it (with the help of my ever so charming and lovely friends), and then think I would actually want to unpack/organize. Because I don’t. Not at all. My bedroom is filled with boxes of Printed Hoodies that need to be stored away somewhere (and by stored away I mean just freakin’ donated already!), but I hate the idea of going through all of them.

But the realistic thing? My apartment’s so awesome in every single possible way (except for the screaming litter of puppies that woke me up this morning from an undisclosed location), that I’m not planning on moving anytime soon.