Moving out

My boyfriend's an asshole. A couple nights ago, he had the bright idea of dumping our bed out while the movers were still here so we wouldn't have to do it later (good idea) but forgot that we still needed it to sleep on that night (bad idea). Cue us lifting, shoving & carrying a mattress 2 blocks away and up 2 flights of stairs at 9:30pm after a full day of cleaning, donating, trashing, and packing our belongings. I love him. 

We officially cleared out last night around 1am. It felt strange walking into a dark, empty apartment which had been full of life only hours before. I stopped at the kitchen counter for the last time and deposited the house keys atop it. Hearing the click of the locked door when I walked out was when it clicked: this is really happening. 

Now all that's left is a number of loose ends to tie up (medical records, former employment, re-packing, etc). We're staying with my boyfriend's parents for the next couple days until we fly out of Los Angeles International airport (LAX) on Friday afternoon. 

Moving out is stressful but I'm trying to shift my attention to what I've learned from the experience: create a strategy, plan accordingly, pack early, and give yourself enough time to do all of the above. Focus on the positives, smile, and give yourself a break. Moving isn't always easy but hopefully our travels will make it worth it.