I really do not like moving.

I have to move at the end of the month and I am not looking forward to it at all. I am maybe a little over halfway packed, but there are some things that I cannot pack up until a few days before (like all of my underwear and stuff like that). So my room is a half-packed mess, and I'm not too happy about it. Except I haven't done too much about that either, because I can't stand the thought of more packing at the moment.

I know I'm supposed to be all excited about moving, but I'm really not. I am looking forward to some of the things in the new city, but I don't have a job yet, which really puts a damper on things. The oh-my-goodness-do-not-spend-any-money-lest-you-not-have-enough-saved-to-pay-for-your-rent-or-food kind of damper. I'm working right now, but once I finish up my hours in my lab job, that's all the money I'm going to have until I find a new job in the new city.

Once I have a job, I should be a little more content with moving. Then I just have to get graduate school all figured out.