Updates (for lack of a better title.)

We are moving in a few days, and I have packed oh...3 boxes. I don't even know where to start. I have one nagging question that keeps reappearing in my head...how, exactly, do two people in a small one-bedroom apartment acumulate SO MUCH STUFF in only 8 months? I mean, seriously, I started digging through our pantry, and found 31 spare plates. Yes, 31. How in the world did that happen? That's not even counting the extra bowls and saucers and coffee cups (we don't drink coffee, we don't even have a coffee pot.). My theory is we started off with just a few extra and they somehow started reproducing. Haha. Actually, people gave us plates as presents, and I love them all so I can't bear to get rid of them. So if there's every any sort of dish shortage in the world, I will be ready.
Oh, and the silverware...do you know how many sets of silverware I have? 6 complete sets. The more I go through our stuff, the more astounded I become...things that I was sure we'd be running out of weekly are still sitting, unopened, in the pantry. Like band-aids. When we got married I was obviously on some sort of first-aid kick, because I bought this family-sized box of band-aids and about 14 bottles of ibuprofen and benadryl. We've used 1 band-aid in 8 months and haven't even opened the medicine. And baggies...I was obsessed with baggies, and bought a box in every size...we never use them.
And then there are things that I never seem to buy enough of...like paper towels and food-storage containers and eggs and toilet paper...who knew?
It's all very frustrating. I start packing and it seems like for every item I pack, another shows up from nowhere...I don't have the patience for that.
I've decided that I hate moving.
Until next time...may the force be with you.

P.S. I wrote this a few days ago...and I am happy to report, we survived the move. Barely.
I know that one day G and I will probably think about moving all of our stuff down 3 flights of stairs in the smothering heat, going back up those hateful stairs countless times, and getting various pieces of furniture dropped on us and laugh about it...but right now...I'm not amused.
On the bright side, I love the new place. It's so nice and quiet. When we first walked in, I noticed a lot of construction-type noises in the condo upstairs...I didn't really pay a whole lot of attention to it though, because we were busy bringing stuff in...about 20 minutes later I was unloading boxes in the kitchen and heard a crash. Not a far-away, that's-not-MY-stuff-getting-smashed-so-oh-well kind of crash, but a very loud, hope-you-have-insurance kind of crash. I was so focused on the boxes that I didn't even look up...and then I hear a knock at the door. Uh-oh. I opened it and a nice man informed me that someone had just fell through the roof of the bathroom closet. I'm not kidding. He was very apologetic and brought the workers down to clean up and fix the bathroom...it's as good as new, and I got the biggest laugh out of it.
Other than that, everything's great... Shalom :)