The dilemas of relocating oneself and belongings.

Nothing like going to school for the first time in over a year and moving at the same time. I hate moving. It's gotta be like the worst action you can ever do. I mean how can you find any pleasure in taking all the mounds and mounds of STUFF you've collected over the past 13 years, stuffing it all into various sized boxes. Lifting and moving those boxes all into a ginormous truck. And then getting to do EVERYTHING all over again at the other end. And then you have the great fun of trying to decipher where each of those thousands of boxes go. Woot. Sounds like enormous fun to me.