So apparently I sound like a broken record player. I’ll fall silent for a while and close my eyes, and then break into whatever show’s on with a hopeful, “I don’t think it’s going to take that long.” Each time sounding insistently optimistic, seeking agreement.
J thinks it is going to take a long time.
But… I really don’t think it’s going to take that long. Got about fifteen boxes of books, one large suitcase, two carry-ons, three boxes of stuff, one box of toiletries, and three boxes of clothes. And four tiny boxes of random stuff. Plus one dresser, one desk and one small end table. Not that much, right? Plus two dollies and three people doing the moving.
It shouldn’t take that long, right?
I don’t think it’s going to take that long. In fact, I’m willing to bet it won’t. I say moving me out will take one hour. And moving me in will take 1.5 hours. In total, I’m willing to bet the whole move will take 4 hours and 20 minutes. That’s it.
That’s right. And when I update, the truth will be told. What do you reckon–am I being crazy? 🙂