Moving

I hate moving house. I have come to realise that when it comes to moving, there is a formula. The more awkward your house is positionally, the more gigantic and fragile stuff you have to move. Basically, if you live in an apartment on the 15th floor of a building, when you decide it is time to move out you will discover several incredibly large and awkward things that you all of a sudden have to move. "Oh, shit there's that fridge I bought. But I'm not sure I need 3 of them." Or "Hold on a sec guys, theres something in my pocket. Holy shit! A couch. Where did this bastard come from? And how the hell did it fit in my pocket unnoticed until now?" And sometimes even "Dude this isn't my Statue of David. I don't know how it got here." All in all, a painful process. And its almost a guarentee that no matter how much bigger the place you are moving into is, your stuff will never fit. There will always be too much. That and every doorway will be slightly too small for those important things.
And why is it that people ask for help moving? Why don't people ask for help staying put. "Yeah I can't do anything today, I promised my mate that I'd help him stay put. I gotta go round to his house and make sure he doesn't pack all of his things into a large truck."
That is all.

T.