In order to move, I guess you have to pack. And I hate packing. Typically, when you're in the Army and it's time to move, the Army sends a big truck and some movers and they come and pack up all your stuff, load it, and move it! Then at your new house, they unload all your things from the truck. That's not happening this time. So now we'll be moving ourselves.

And I hate moving. Adam picked up some boxes from Home Depot the other day, about thirty of them, I think. In theory, I'd like to have all those boxes packed up by this time next weekend. So far, I've packed 2. Yep, two. My once clean bedroom is a hot mess of clothes, shoes, and things everywhere (of course, maintenance had to come fix our closet the other day, so that's one reason). Today, I have a few errands to run, but I must get more things packed upstairs and clean up my room.

I'm getting excited to pick out paint colors, but Adam wants us to wait until we see the new carpet in the house. Which is a wise idea, but I'm getting excited nonetheless. I'd prefer something more dramatic, but Adam's into way more mellow paint colors. Since we're renting, I guess I'll stick with him on this, though the walls in my new kitchen would be so pretty if they were red (the cabinets are white). Anyway, off to eat a little then clean. I'd love to get three new boxes packed up today!!