One of the first things I did was dismantle my bed. Logically it makes sense for that to be one of the last pieces of furniture to be cracked down but I have found that it is good for me psychologically.
"My bed is dismantled. I have no bed here. I must be going and can not stay since my bed is apart."
For the most part things seem to be going pretty well. I packed a lot of stuff and then we put it all in Norton, a few things in Friday, we went to the apartments, we unloaded it. HuzZAH.
Short hops are a bit of a pain though. I much prefer my move from Seattle to here. Pack up EVERYTHING. Put EVERYTHING in a truck. GO. ARRIVE.
This is much more chaotic in short hops but you do what you can. I have a lot of paper and stuff to sort though and there are some larger pieces that didn't make the inital move, plus there are all my `living on your own' things (silverwear, etc) that are in my storage unit.
My parents are freaking out a little bit over the prospect of losing Beowulf. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't concerned as to how well he will adapt to a one bedroom apartment, and even worse, a one bedroom apartment without somebody in it 24/7. I'm afraid he's going to be a bit of a mess. He is used to being able to roam and he is used to getting attention whenever he wants it.
If he doesn't adapt though, Mom & Dad have said they would adore taking him. It's very kind. I hope to not take them up on it. I made a committment to be a responsible pet owner. I do not want him to be miserable. We'll see how it goes. I would be exceedingly lonely without him.
Still though, I'm outta here. Go me.