On Packing

Things I learned last night while packing:

• Just because you have a two bedroom apartment to yourself and your things are spread out all over the place does not, in fact, mean you have a lot of things. There is simply an appearance of owning many things. I am almost done packing. All that is left is the kitchen, really. Sweet.

• Sugar Ray is probably plotting my death as we speak I type this. He’s so used to having the run of the apartment, and last night I put him in his hutch to keep him out of the way. When we move, he’s not going to have the run of the house so his days of carefree frolicking are about to change BIG TIME. So as you can imagine, he was none too pleased. I’m sure he’s already working on his manifesto.

• When you are at your most serious and are diligently packing and sorting trash, this is when your cat will want to play with you or whatever you are sorting the most. No amount of yelling or attempted swatting will dissuade said cat. In fact, this will only encourage your cat to interact with you more diligently. Ignoring her does not help the situation either. So, either way, the cat wins and you lose.

• There is something immensely gratifying about going through the house and throwing things away that you know you’ve been hanging onto for no good reason. It’s almost like a spiritual purging. I feel lighter already.

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