my entire living room is filled with boxes and bags ready for the move tomorrow
this is extremely fucking stressful but significantly less so than last time we moved, when my IBS was at its worst (and, in hindsight, I’m pretty sure I was also depressed and just hadn’t realised because I didn’t feel a n y t h i n g)
also at least I have a four-day weekend this time and can sort all my shit out, buy curtains, etc instead of having to go back to work the day after moving














