2 days left until I move out of my apartment, never to return. First is pre-DragonCon madness trying to finish costumes with friends, then DragonCon itself in all its splendor, then 2 days of Baltimore Comic Con (working) and then I join the Marvel Universe Live tour. Just in case anyone missed the big news, I will NOT be at New York Comic Con or Comikaze or any 2014 conventions after September. ok back to packing and crying
fyi, i’m moving next week, so there probably won’t be any updates until december. all packing and no art makes vreni a dull girl. and my blog is even duller. i’ll try to post some work in progress at some point, but i make no promises.
I leave in 13 days and I am nowhere near ready. The process of packing is going to be horrendous. I have to pack three months worth of stuff in 50 pounds! That is just completely absurd. I know that airlines created these limits because of the recession and it takes more gas to carry heavier items. BUT REALLY!?! I need more than 50 pounds to pack what I need. I cannot bring more than 50 pounds because of the ridiculous overweight baggage fees. Oh well, hopefully I will be able to manage 3 months worth of clothing in 50 pounds. Here are some pictures of how my packing is going.
So it looks like we are going to be selling our house. We’re under contract on one with a lot more space (Yay!) but there are still a lot of different things that have to work in our favor for us to be able to get. Thank goodness for contingencies. This week I’m busting my butt to pack up our house (the offer was accepted over the weekend) so that various people can come in starting next week to do their thing. We’re hoping to list it the weekend before the Super Bowl but it might be the weekend after. Tomorrow is filed with appts (inspections, painters, stager, handyman) and I work at the hospital this weekend. Throw in trying to pack with a toddler and I think I’m going to be totally used to the no sleep thing when the baby comes.
You know what I don’t get? Why people seem to hate pants so much. Everyone’s always like “pants are evil!” and “as soon as I get home I just want to take off my pants” but you know what, I love pants. Pants are great. I sleep in my jeans sometimes and it’s perfectly comfortable.