Moving

I hate moving. Now that I'm in the new place, I should feel relieved, but instead, I'm filled with a sense of dread because the new place could use a thorough cleaning and I have no desire to do so. I'm content to live with a living room full of boxes and bags for a while. I need a break to recover from the many trips up and down my stairs-of-doom at the old place. Besides, I already had to clean the bathroom this morning in the new place so that I could use it.

Instead of cleaning and unpacking, I think I'll just be lazy and play on the internet in the coffee shop instead.