Post Vacation Move Desire

Hey guys,

So I just got back from vacation to Florida about a week ago, and I can’t be the only person that has the overwhelming urge to move after a vacation.

Living in Canada during the winter makes anywhere tropical/warm feel like a great place to move, but the warmth has nothing to do with my desire to move. I could go to Alaska on vacation and still want to move after my return. Not necessarily to ALASKA, but somewhere other than where I am now.

When you’re on vacation, everything seems so much easier. You think to yourself, “I could get used to not working, doing as I please all day, and sleeping until noon.” You go home, back to working, alarm clocks, and deadlines and you think back to your vacation, wondering why you still live here and deal with this?! Why stay here and work when I could go there and relax?! Then...you put some serious though into this...that’s where the obsessive searching for houses on the Internet begins, and planning your new exotic destination life.

Then you wake up to reality, and realize that even the people in these dream spots work. There really is no escaping it, even if we think we can.

Besides, what fun would vacations be if you were on a permanent one? You’d have to start taking “work-cations”, where you went to work for a week as a break from all the relaxation. Thinking to yourself, “man, I’ve been relaxing TOO much lately...I could really use a work-cation.”

Anyways, for the time being I’m still in my “I want to move somewhere fun and amazing” phase. In a few days I’ll be back down to reality. I’ll see you all then.

Actually I’ll probably see you tomorrow, but you get the point.

Bye!

Moving...oh NO!

Moving. That dreaded six letter word.

I don’t think there’s a person out there who really enjoys moving-except maybe moving men. I don’t think even THEY enjoy moving.

There’s nothing fun and exciting about having to pack all your items in boxes. It involves too much organization for my taste. You have to put all the plates in one box, label it PLATES. Don’t forget to write FRAGILE on there too, or else you won’t have those plates when you open that box again.

I’m moving this weekend, and I’m dreading every moment of it. Is it bad that I haven’t even started to pack yet? That has to be bad I think...

There are numerous elements of “the move” that aren’t enjoyable. First, you have to consider your weekend is completely wasted. You work hard all week, expect to kick back, relax...oh WAIT...you have to carry large amounts of boxes and couches all weekend.

Then, you have the actual packing. I come home from work (again, expecting to relax), and I have to take all my belongings and shove and cram them into boxes. Then write clever little things on the box so I can remember what I just shoved in there.

Most importantly, and possibly the least pleasant part of the entire thing-physically moving your things. I’m incredibly weak, so I get to just carry boxes mostly...but I have been known to carry a couch or two in my time (I’m completely joking, I haven’t carried a full size couch ever). Up and down the stairs, all day, no end in sight. You go upstairs, expecting one box to be left, and there’s a whole other room full of boxes you forgot about.

Wish me luck guys. I’m going to need it.