Moving a hoarder

Do I even have to say it? Moving is terrible. Regular moving is not fun, but even worse than that, is moving into somewhere that is already occupied. HOW on God's green Earth am I meant to put all (a LOT of, ahem, stuff) in a home that has someone living in it comfortably? Doesn't really compute. Neither does a 23-year-old with as much crap as I have. I suppose that is what you get for being an orphan. A lot of stuff that you just don't know what to do with.

"Hey boyfriend, want to take on my hoarding tendencies AND the last 7 years of extreme emotional baggage!? Yeah!!"

No. Nobody wants this. The positive side of this is I will be donating a LOT of things to friends, the Salvation Army, and the storage shed (likely to be thrown away later). I have issues. I also am blogging at this point in time because I literally don't know where to start. I think a bottle of wine is where I start and I think the bedroom is where I should take that bottle. At least until I can find the bed.

I am thankful for the friends I have that support me and helped me move. I am thankful for wine. I love my boyfriend more than anything. I also love my dog.
These are a few of my favorite things.
I am blessed.

It is currently snowing and we moved a majority of my things in this weather. In Brian's words, "this is not ideal."