Okay, ever since we signed a lease on our new town home, I’ve basically spent every spare second packing room after room. I decided to take a break and write a quickie SDL post cause if I don’t I’m gonna go insane.

So, I had this plan. I had X amount of time to get this house packed-up before moving day. If there were X rooms in the house, I would need to pack X number of rooms each day to stay on target. No sweat. Or so I thought.

Now, I’m not a packrat. I try not to keep anything around that I don’t need or wouldn’t want. I try to live in such a way that the only things in storage are seasonal items like big bags of snow clothes or Christmas trees. Because of that, I thought this would be a breeze.

Man, was I wrong.

First, I found that my planning was all wrong. Without fail, the rooms that I thought would take the longest, have actually been the easiest and quickest to pack. The ones that I thought would be a breeze have been the ones that have made me wanna pull my hair out.

The secret killers… the closets. I’ve learned that in the course of six and a half years, a lot of crap can be stuffed into closets. But the quantity isn’t so much the time consumer for these things. It’s what’s inside. Closets are full of all sorts of oddities that don’t really go anywhere. Trying to keep it all organized and know what should go in which box is not only time consuming but mentally tedious.

I hate closets right now.

I keep pulling crap out of them, looking at it, and asking myself, “what the heck is it?” Some of it looks all fancy. Like something I need. I find myself staring at objects for what seems like hours before I finally decide that I don’t know what it is, I’ll never know what it is, and since I’ve never needed it before, I’ll never need it again. And into the garbage it goes.

But the real head scratcher is… what is all this crap? How did it sneak past my no-hoarding policy all these years? And how have I  never noticed it before?

My game closet, which I thought would take me ten minutes to pack… took me three hours. Only about 10% of the closet was filled with games. Over the years it’s also turned into the closet in which we keep dog stuff, fly swatters, old camera gear, sports equipment, guitar accessories, sidewalk chalk, vacuum pieces, cleaning supplies, and all sorts of other odds and ends for things that have no place of their own.

I also find that packing things up is a constant slap-in-the-face reminder of all the money I’ve blown on things over the years that I didn’t need or would never use.

I hate moving.

Oh well… it’s gotta be done sometimes! Which reminds me… I gotta get back to it or I won’t stay on track for the big moving day.

Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

PS. Would love your comments. What do you love/hate about moving? What are the things that always drive you nuts or surprise you when you have to move? And, do you find all sorts of crap that you have no idea where it came from?

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Dan Pearce is an American born writer, photographer, and artist. His books include "The All-Important, Well-Fed, Giant White Man" and "The Real Dad Rules." He is best known for his blog (and supporting Facebook page) "Single Dad Laughing," with 2 million followers as of 2018.