I am being moved again and I really hate moving. I just moved into my house a year ago and got it painted, decorated, and finally pleasantly messy (just my style). It isn't moving into a new neighborhood or even a new house that bothers me. It is the ACTUAL day of moving. I hate the process itself. I could live almost anywhere....not picky but getting there is always such a damn hassle.
This is one time that I regret not getting remarried, so that I could make him do all the heavy lifting (figuratively speaking of course). The new position comes with the free house and more money, so I'm not going to complain too much (well I will but not where anyone can hear me).
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