I feel like most people would agree that moving out is harder than moving in. It's a lot easier to pull a bunch of shit out of boxes than to figure out how it all goes inside. But there is one factor that is making moving in more of a complicated process for me so far: the “Not So Fast” Rule.
The “Not So Fast” Rule states that before you can do one thing, you must do something else first. Just when you think you're ready to get something accomplished, you'll hear a voice inside of your head that says, “WHOA WHOA WHOA, NOT SO FAST [YOUR NAME].” Sort of like when you went swimming at the public pool as a kid, and you'd get so excited after jumping off the high dive that you'd clammer out of the water and run back to the ladder only to hear a screeching high-pitch whistle and some 16-year-old aspiring Abercrombie and Fitch model scream “DON'T RUN!!” from the lifeguard chair. But not exactly like that.
You see, before I can take stuff out of boxes, I need to buy shelving. But before I set up the shelving, I need to paint the walls. But before I can paint the walls, I have to buy paint. But before I can buy paint, I have to pick a color. But before I can pick a color, I have to decide on a general color scheme. But before I can decide on a color scheme, I have to get some ideas. And to get some ideas, I have to see other people's lofts or buy an interior design book. And since I don't read, I have to see other people's lofts, which requires knowing other people, which requires making friends, which requires establishing trust, which requires hiding scary blog posts like this one.
Previously, this process has been called “thinking.”
And frankly, I'm not prepared for that kind of commitment.