I found out with less than three weeks' notice that I had to relocate for work—from Charlotte to Philly. I was scrambling to line up everything: new place, movers, change of address, you name it. But the dumbest thing ended up eating the most time—trying to find enough boxes. I went to one hardware store and nearly choked at the price for a pack of five. I’m talking like $20 just for cardboard. I didn’t want to spend a fortune just to put my stuff into containers I was going to throw out or recycle anyway. I started asking friends, driving around to liquor stores, grocery stores… felt like a box scavenger hunt. Total chaos.
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It’s funny how something as simple as a cardboard box can make you feel like you're totally not in control of your life. One minute you're just taping flaps shut, and the next you’re wondering how many “chapters” of your life fit in one container. It sneaks up on you.