Moving

I hate moving. Of all the change that just occurred, the actual move to Toronto was not something I was dreading terribly. In fact, I was excited to reorganize and purge all my junk I accumulated at my old place. I'd like to think I'm not a pack-rat but last week's move certainly proved otherwise. "How many mugs does one girl need?!" my new roommate asked as she unpacked strange mug #27 from the tenth box marked "Kitchen Stuff." I bombarded her home and filled it with my stuff and even breaking several things en route didn't seem to help control the clutter. 15 hours and many strained muscles later, it's become crystal clear to me: I have way too much stuff.

The move was long, arduous and much more exhausting than I ever anticipated. It was one of those days where everything takes 7 times longer than you anticipate. Everytime I looked at the moving truck, the boxes seemed endless and the more we brought into the apartment, the less convinced I was that I was ever going to fit it all in here. But somehow, everything found it's place... just don't look under my bed...or in the closet.

I have to give a huge shout-out to my moving team: my parents, Lindsay, Graham and especially Tina and Alicia. These girls gave up their entire day, strained their muscles, entertained my mom and basically kept me sane when my patience was wearing very thin. We learned that Tina basically has superhuman strength and can lift pretty much anything. We also learned that tropical fish can survive in a bucket for over 6 hours in the winter and I think Alicia and my mom are now BFF's (haha). I appreciate your help more than you know!

PS - I'm moving again May 1. ;)

Quote of the day

I was lamenting to a friend about my anxiety over all the upcoming change in my life and in an attempt to console me he said: "Just put your faith in the enthralling beauty of your soul." How ridiculous I thought. But a nice thing to say nonetheless.

He claimed that the quote spawned from a day-time cold medicine induced high so the sentiment was more from drugs rather than poetic genius. Nevertheless, I wrote the quote on a sticky note and smile every time I look at it.

2006: One hell of a year

Unlike 2005, I'm sad to put 2006 to rest. It was an absolutley great year for so many reasons.

I graduated, I travelled all over the world, I had a fabulous summer full of great parties and memories and I'm in a great relationship with someone who makes me happy. I also landed a job as a Media Relations Specialist which seemed like a total impossibility six months ago. Unlike 2005, I think I spent over 90% of 2006 being delightfully happy.

2007 scares me a little. Within the first few weeks of this year I'll have a new home, a new job, live in a new city with a new roommate. I'm pretty averse to change so all of this at once is pretty intimidating. Overall though, I'm excited. It's time to start my real career... but that also means I have to grow up. I was talking to a friend yesterday and he asked:

"So, is the year of the party over?"

No, I said, it will just be classier, more expensive parties.

"Oh," he said. "So no more keggers in the garage?"

"I guess not," I said and I was actually sort of sad about this.

Maybe we don't have to grow up just yet. I'm sure we can still go out, drink too much, act silly and abuse our bodies for a little while longer. Maybe we'll just buy more expensive beer. ;)