This is crazy. I am moving again. Clearly, I must be stopped.
But, this time there's a twist. The company is paying for me to move, and so they are paying for a moving company to come and pack me up. This has thrown me completely for a loop. I mean, I knew in theory that they would pack for me, but I don't think I'd really accepted it until today when I was talking to the amazingly cheerful man at the moving company. I asked, 'So should I pack anything?' , to which he replied, 'Oh no! Of course not!'
This has just messed me up. I'm at a loss as to what to do with myself. I envisioned the next two weeks being immersed in boxes and tape guns - or, at the least, the next two weeks filled with some hard-core procrastination followed by one mad day of packing.
This is great! Still not sunk in, but great nonetheless.
Now, if only I would hear for sure that I have the apartment...