I’m getting my own place again. I really despise moving day. The day lasts forever, rarely people that I expect to show up do. Hoping it doesn’t rain. Something breaks, something given away that shouldn’t have been.

A big anxiety is not being able to shower for lack or towels, cant make food because the kitchen is a wreck. Cant sleep because sheets are hidden somewhere.

I guess if a few of those things were taken care of it would be more tolerable. I always end up doing most of the lifting though.