Moving House. (Again...?!?)

HOLY CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

I move out of Beige Heaven tomorrow morning. And I haven't packed yet. Well, I'm officially out this weekend but I get the keys to the new place tomorrow, so I might as well move. Right?

This means I've officially been in Amsterdam for 6 months, right about when my freelance contract terminates and when the fulltime contract kicks in (B'bye corporate housing, Hello beautiful new apartment). Super friggin' fast.

I am in a panic with no clue where to begin. Kept thinking "It'll be easy. I just moved here with 1 suitcase. How much stuff do I have to move?!"

Turns out, along the way I've probably collected about another suitcase worth of clothes. And books. And a pantry of food. And shoes, oh yes shoes. (Hey! It was middle of winter when I came and now it's summer, how the heck would I have had enough seasonal clothes and shoes?!)

Now's when I really NEED a butler to do my bidding. You know how I hate packing. Someone suggested grabbing all my clothes out the wardrobe and into garbage bags - forget about laying them out in a suitcase.

I'm going to think about how to do this and where to begin. Procrastinate a little bit more before I start the actual packing.

Joyful Surrender... Where Art Thou? (By the way, it's 9.55pm and I'm still getting work emails on the Blackberry.)

AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!