Alternatively titled: I love you, but I hate you.
Packing, oh packing.
You’re so nerve-wracking.
I find that I’m lacking…
In the boxes department.
But packing, oh packing.
I quite love your tracking.
For it means I’ll be shacking…
In a Hoosier apartment.
[Or house, but that didn’t rhyme].
In case you don’t already know this [where have you BEEN?!], the official cross-country move date is next Wednesday, the 17th. I’m a busy bee packing up our L.A. life and doing all of those lovely moving things one does, like listening to the elevator music while holding for your gas company, color-coding cardboard boxes and dancing to movie soundtracks.
Obviously, I’m a bit loopy from the Sharpie fumes, so posting will end. See you tomorrow!