The Stress and Joy of Moving

This time I fully admit that I purposely brought more stress into my life. Many would probably question my sanity, because I mean, honestly, who in their right mind would intentionally stress themselves out. But hear me out dear friends. For the first time in the two years that Patrick and I have been married we will be moving into our own place. It is an apartment that is not owned by any relative or friend, and it is not a fifth wheel on a boy scout reserve. It is a genuine, newly painted and carpeted, ground floor, two bedroom, two bathroom apartment. But...the only weekends that we could move was either this weekend (the 18th and 19th) or the second weekend of January (8th and 9th). Now I know that it's been two years and surely a few more weeks shouldn't make much difference, but people, I am DONE waiting. I don't care if it means a few less hours of sleep because I need to pack when Peyton's asleep. I don't care if it involves back breaking box reconfiguration and furniture placement. I'm not even sweating the fact that we might not be able to find others to help. All I care about is being in York with Patrick, and finally being in our own place. Hence why I opted for the most immediate move date, and am now frantically running around trying to schedule everything. It may be crazy, but I know that in the end it will be worth it. So judge me if you dare, but I ask you honestly, given the same situation wouldn't you too choose the stressful path?