Boxes, boxes everywhere

I'm celebrating my move, but I almost forgot the hell it is to make the boxes. You have to go to every commerce around your home and ask for boxes. Any kind? Any kind. Big, small, medium sizes. You want all of them, like a greedy person. The first day, people treat super well, feeling kinda pity for you ("Poor girl, she has to carry all those big, heavy boxes alooone..."). After the 3th day, people are knowing you as "the crazy girl from the boxes"("WHAT THE HECK THIS GIRL WANTS? BOXES? AGAIN? DIDN'T SHE MOVE ALREADY???). When people starts to think you are kind of a delusional hobo, it's time to change your strategy and places to ask.

After you have enough boxes (at least you think so), you start to pack. Your decision is: separate all the places of the house (living room, kitchen, bedroom) and do a subdivision on them (living room ----> books). If you are super organized, you do a under-subdivision, so your boxes will be more or less like this: living room ---> books ---> travels. In the beginning, you are able to do this perfectly right. After 10 boxes, you don't know where to put your things, and you are tired, and all your pacience is gone because you over-classified everything and you will not do a box for only one book. So you start a new box called "miscellania" which is a little of all the unclassified stuff. Problem is: you have so many random stuff and you are so tired of packing, you start to call every other box "miscellania". This and, of course, the quantity of boxes where not enough, or the tape was not enough, or both.

Final scenario: lots of boxes, the first five correctly classified, 30 boxes called "miscelania", some without sealing (because you didn't bought one more pack of tape) and you, trying to put all of this inside of a truck.




After you arrive in the place of your dreams, you are so tired you just want to take a nap. If possible, you would leave all the boxes inside the truck - don't forget the truck is rented, so you can't do this. You pick all your strength left, you put everything inside you new home and, before you get some serious sleep over the mattress without any sheets and in the middle of that battlefield of boxes, you promise yourself you will never move again.