moving, boxes

I have to say that moving should only be reserved for those who are desperate. No really, I have discovered that moving is a good way to dust/clean, recycle, and purge all items not necessary for everyday life. I once heard of a radio promo where people could pack up their entire house just to see how much their stuff weighed. I mean really, do they not have enough to do with their time??? The problem with this packing is that every time I turn around I am missing something. When I ask my very helpful roommate, Rachel, where it is; I hear, "It's in a box." I don't want to hear that phrase again for a very long time. As I was eating dinner last night I realized how challenging it was to eat at home when all the stuff is packed. I was finishing up my taco salad and I was eating it off of a paper plate with a plastic fork. Let me tell you, trying to stab a chip with a plastic fork on a paper plate is quite a challenge. And I do have to say, that eating Raisin Bran with a plastic spoon just doesn't have the correct taste.
P.S. I think I'm allergic to cardboard or maybe it's the cardboard box that's been lovingly contaminated with cat fur.
Note to self-when moving it is helpful to visit the local recycling center for boxes. The adventure of dumpster diving cannot be replaced. Either the bin is overflowing and it takes some talent/teamwork to remove that box that is 3 feet under or the box is at the bottom of a perfectly empty bin and that requires some long arms and some not so squeamish stomachs. :-)