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Moving or relocating from one place to another especially from one state to another has proven to be so stressful; stress and anxiety that comes with finding a new home, putting things in boxes, deciding what to keep or toss, and organizing the actual move is enough to make even the most organized person want to take a nap.
You figure out your friends are terrible people.
You have so many friends until it’s moving day. Suddenly, your social circle has collectively come down with the flu, and at least three maternal grandparents happened to die on the same day. What bad luck! You can either pledge every ounce of energy and spare every second you have packing boxes and carrying them up and down stairs or destroy your bank account.
When you get to your new place, you get to clean again. Cleaning two apartments in one day is complete torture. You can’t just let it be.
You don’t know what the people who lived there before you were doing.
What sucks then most is thinking you don’t have much load only for you to see that you have A LOT! And there are never enough boxes. This is the part I hate most, packing and unpacking. Being extra careful while handling the breakables. Losing some items in the process. It get worst when the moving company you’re using is not considerate. That just spoils everything for you.