I'm moving in three days, and the prep is insane. My stuff is overflowing into every room of the house.
I've been to Ikea three times in the last three days. (Highlights: everything is Swedish, $1 ice cream, and one of the box-lugger boys pulled an "excuse me, you dropped this" and gave me his number. I'm not going to call, but my parents got a kick out of it). But still, it is a tiring place, because it's so big and there's so much to look at.
Yesterday, I carried a couch up a flight of stairs. Today my arms hurt.
I'm living in a weird alternate universe that is post-school, pre-job. The bubble pops one week from today (Monday).
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