words cannot express.

there are not words for how much i hate moving.
detest.
abhor.
despise.
don't fully convey the feelings of disgust and sheer dread. i'd rather have my blood taken. i'd rather eat shell fish and suffer weeks of hives and steroid treatments. i'd rather do anything. actually, i'd rather not move at all.

I HATE IT - rage inducing, angry face, knots in my back from stress HATE.  one might think that our propensity for relocation (4 times in 4 years) would make one accustomed to the process. one is wrong.

moving is like an allergic reaction with each subsequent move being far worse than the previous. not just the leaving an established life, great friends or a great place ...

the days of cleaning out cupboards, throwing things away, packing boxes, packing suitcases, calling utility companies, tying up loose ends, emptying trash, filling trash, emptying trash, taking inventory of what's really worth bringing on the relocation, emptying trash again, washing bedding, ironing bedding, packing bedding - i can not do another day of this.

let the record show, that noelle regina nicolai lybbert, on this the 22 on july in the two-thousandth and eleventh year refuses to move. ever. again.

looks like we'll be staying in new york for the long haul.
(if we make it to new york.)