In my quest to keep things cheap, I'm also packing up my apartment that I've had since I was an undergrad, and boomeranging right back to my parents' house. Again, the good news is that this offers me a lot of manual labor, and therefore exercise.
I live on a third story walk-up, with a staircase that is split into 4 turns and flights. I also live in a neighborhood where it is difficult to park close to the building. So my task today is my own personal stairclimber and a giant, angular medicine ball. The truth is that I have about 30 trips to make up and down the stairs carrying boxes, baskets, suitcases, paintings, and lamps. All of the small items I can cram into my little hatchback. Apparently I am also exercising my spatial reasoning skills.
I've geared up for my workout: sneakers, sweatpants, and a bandana. All I have to do is get started, and then force myself to drive back up to the North Hills. This will be trip #1 of 3 or 4 this month, until I'm actually moved back, with not a care in the world but real exercise, and grad school.
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