Sad Times...

I'm sick of moving. Because I hate it. I'm especially sick of moving from one continent to another, picking and choosing which of my possessions to keep and which to get rid of, loading up box after box only to realize I have too many boxes and therefore need to get rid of more things due to the unsightly costs of global shipping. The hardest things to part with? Our furniture. I love our furniture, but we have now sold each item on our furniture-to-sell-list. I've never been one to get too attached to any of my possessions, but this time around I'm finding it harder to part with some things. These things in particular:

Our couch. I love our couch. It's so comfortable, and the best part? We bought it brand new for an insanely cheap price (if only furniture in North America were so cheap...). As of February 24th, this cozy, lovely thing will no longer be ours:

An Unimportant Note: This was the picture taken for the classified ad; this isn't how our living room is actually set up. 

See the bookshelves and lamps there in the picture? Those are also some of my faves and those, too, are gone. *sigh*

Our table. I love our little table. As of February 27th, it too will no longer be ours. 

                                      

I know it's small, but it's the perfect size for dinner and games and whatever else we might use a table for (insert questionable joke...heehee). 

Our futon and our other table.  These two are long gone and now we have a useless, empty room in our apartment. 

                                 

OK, maybe the room isn't entirely empty now. We may have started to use the floor space for our dirty clothes in lieu of a laundry hamper....

Our food processor. I know these things are a dime a dozen in North America, but this baby was hard to find in Korea and I have cherished it every day since we discovered it. 

                               

(This is also a picture we used for the classifieds.... It isn't usually set up so nicely on the floor in display-fashion with all of its attachments.)

There are lots of things I'm going to miss and lots of things I'm going to have to buy all over again when we move to Toronto (Canadian government willing). We hardly have long-term plans for our stint in Canada, so who knows how long it will be before we do this all over again (I fear not long). But I suppose for a girl (or woman, depending) who doesn't care much for stability, I shouldn't be complaining, as I'm usually chomping at the bit to move on. It's just the process of moving on that I hate so much. However, I am looking forward to the new things awaiting us in the Great White North (sans the cold and snow), I just wish I could fast-forward through the transitional, starting-all-over-again part of it.