2. Box Forts Forever. And Ever.
Let’s do a quick word association game, here. “Moving.” Moving means stress, and excitement, and anxiety, and … BOXES.
I HATE boxes. I hate them. Firstly, I work in retail, and the days before and after Moving Day were spent at work, unpacking an obscenely large shipment, so I was already filled up from the cardboard appetizer, in this case.
And then when sweaty, dusty, box-filled Moving Day finally rolled around … let’s just say I bought a one-way ticket for the struggle bus. And, while not a box remains within the actual house — a major decorating WIN, let’s be honest — three weeks on, there’s still a veritable cardboard jungle gym in our garage.
I swear, if I ever have to open another freaking cardboard box again, I will flip. But I can’t avoid the garage forever, so let’s just hope our neighbors are out when I get around to tackling it.
