One of the top ten worst things to do in a person's life has got to be moving, and I have to tell you that I've done it way too much over the past six years. 

First, there was moving out to Indianapolis from Sacramento, CA.  That was no easy task!  Imagine me, my mom, my grandma and 12 pieces of luggage (11 for me and one for my mom and grandma to share!)- boy was that a trip! Since then I have moved six times, and my next move will mark lucky number 7. 

Anyone who knows me and has lived through one of these horrific moves can tell you that I am the world's worst person when it comes to packing my stuff up and moving... I'm slow, distracted and pretty much impossible. I just love it when you come across that lost picture or shirt that you haven't seen in years and you begin to think about how it is that you could have possibly lived all of this time without it. Now imagine that happening at least fifty times throughout the course of your move, and spending a few minutes with each piece to reminisce and you've got it... me on moving day (or should I say moving week)!

I begin my next moving extravaganza this weekend, and the best part is- I've already had some of the girls at Dittoe PR volunteer to help me move! They have no idea how nice they're being by offering to help, but I have a pretty good feeling that after reading this post, they'll be renigging on this offer. It's a good thing I'm only moving a few short miles!