Gotta Start Somewhere

I've recently decided that there's nothing quite the stress of moving. When I've moved in the past, I always had someone around to help me pack, and I've never had to bother with canceling utilities and that sort of thing. Moving out of my first apartment is a whole different endeavor.

Just trying to keep track of all the people I need to notify and the phone calls I have to make is overwhelming - and then there's the business of packing!! I've packed all my stuff up before (I have to move out here in the first place, after all!), but it seems so much more overwhelming this time around. It's amazing how much stuff I can accumulate in two years - especially since I've spent most of that time shopping with friends!! I'm absolutely dreading my parents' remarks when they see the amount of clothes and shoes I've acquired.

Yes, that's the other fun part of this move - I'm moving back in with Mom and Dad. Now don't get me wrong, I love my parents, but moving in with them again at this point isn't terribly high up on the list of things I wanted to be doing. Especially since Mom and Dad are in the midst of remodeling, and I'm bringing my cat back with me, when they're both allergic. Fun times. At least we all know it's only for a few months!

That, of course, leads to the other stressful thing in my life - finding a job. I've never really done this sort of job hunting before - actually looking for a real honest-to-goodness full-time permanent position. It's headache inducing - partly just from staring at my resume for hours on end trying to come up with the right phrasing for everything. And I've never even written a cover letter before. Still, I'm not overly concerned about it - I'm sure I'll find something - I just hope I find it before living with my parents drives the lot of us crazy!!