SO MUCH STUFF!

Every time I move to or from college, I feel like I have WAY too much stuff. I don't really thing this is true. In fact, I probably have less stuff than your average college student. But still, it's way too much stuff to make moving easy or enjoyable.

I spent most of Saturday morning furiously packing and piling stuff into my car. My car is a '93 Plymouth Sundance. It's approximately the size of a shoebox. Don't get me wrong, I love my little car, but heavy lifter it ain't.

Therefore, trying to pile all of my stuff in my car (even after dropping off a few things at my sister's apartment and storing the big items in the basement of my dorm) is a bit like trying to fit a lot of stuff into something really small. A good metaphor escapes me at the moment. I'll pretend for the moment that when I think of one I'll come back here and put it in. But I know I won't. I blame my nosebleed (see the next post down) for my lack of creativity. The laziness if totally my fault, though. Anyway, I'm tangenting...

Back to the issue at hand. Lots of stuff. Little car. A couple of my friends were skeptical that I could pack all of my stuff into my car. Silly them. They obviously don't realize that all matter is about 99% empty space. There's always more room, you just have to apply enough force. Such is the case with my car.

I actually did manage to get my car loaded without resorting to collapsing the constituent atoms of my possessions. It did require a lot of careful packing and stacking, though, as well as a little dark magic. You do what you have to.

Even so, I wish there were some way to make moving a little easier. If anyone ever invents transporters ala Star Trek, I'm totally starting a moving company using the technology. Want to move? No problem, we'll set up pads in your old and news rooms and presto, job finished. Best. Idea. Ever.

Until then, I guess I have stick to doing things the hard way. Such is life.