It’s been a few times for me…I guess college counts as the first one that is clear in my memory, requiring me to do the primary, annoying work involved.
It was great though, mostly since I didn’t have anything other than clothes and my gaming systems at the time. That first day of being an official college student was awesome…it was the first taste of true freedom, especially once your parent(s) finally get on the road headed back home. I’d still love to go back and live at least my freshman year over and over again.
*fast forward a bit, I’ve moved a few times since being truly on my own in the past 5 years…and it’s quite annoying due to how much work is involved there. There’s also the stress factor, since my last move was because of safety concerns at the old apartment…it’s not cool when some dude is routinely kicking in people’s doors to rob the place…and he NEVER gets caught…nah, man fuck that. The depressing thing is that it was a downward spiral…that apartment was a great place to be in my first year or so there, but those last few months were garbage. I wasn’t even getting sleep anymore since I was worried about that guy going around kicking people’s doors in and ALWAYS getting away with it. I took to sleeping on the floor with the futon pushed up to the door as a makeshift barrier. It was so great to finally get out of there. I hope he kicks the door in on someone who has a loaded gun at the ready one day, so that son of a bitch can catch a few bullets in his face. That piece of shit can burn in hell for all eternity for all I care. It’s a shame “castle doctrine” law only goes so far, y’know? I would love to just torture someone like that for many hours and days.
Anyway, I hate all the work involved in moving though…it’s why I don’t even like to get more furniture, since I keep thinking of how much of a bitch it will be to move all that stuff(couch, table, entertainment center, etc.) around. Next time, I’ll just hire some folks to do all the heavy lifting and whatever for me.