I have decided that should I end up trotting the river styx along side the devil his punishment for me will be to pack up an apartment for eternity. If ever there was a reason for a true minimalist approach to life its this.
I hate packing. I just don’t have the patience for it. When I moved out of the apartment in Baltimore I’d lived in for two years, I think I ended up giving/ throwing away nearly as much as I took with me. My roommate (who wasn’t moving out) was pretty happy- she was the first one I turned to with all the stuff I didn’t feel like packing.
