Moving can suck it

Let’s see… I moved from LA into my mother’s basement, that’s one. Then into my first home, that’s two. Then into my second home, three. Then into this house, four. Now I’m moving into the new place. Five. In the span of 10 years. You’d think I’d remember what an awful experience it is to pack up all this crap and the boxes and the plastic bags and the dust and the HOW DID I COLLECT SO MUCH SHIT? Dear god, it’s dreadful. It’ll be over soon and I’ll forget it all over again but right now this is how I feel about it.

My mother is being a superhero throughout this whole experience and I’m certain that if I were to capture what she’s feeling Chuck would be waving his middle claw.