Oh, graduates.

Moving back in with the parents after graduation is normal. You are deeply depressed, broke and not quite ready to face the harsh realities that come after 4 glorious college years. At least this is what I told myself.

Your boxes are still packed and piled not-so-neatly in your parents’ garage. Your bedroom floor is covered in pictures (that you cry over every night before bed), drafts of your resume and, of course, already-read issues of US Weekly and (recently deceased) Jane Magazine.

Unfortunately, it is now officially the middle of the summer and it is time to get that ass in gear. No more devoting your days to tanning poolside. No more evenings spent on the phone with friends who are also living at home and avoiding the real world.

It is time to get up and move on. Read More »

Every morning I wake up to the Daily Candy newsletter in my inbox. Usually I quickly scan through whatever new hip or trendy information it dispenses, but don’t really take too much from it. That all changed the other day when I read about a new website called usedcardboardboxes.com.

After four years of moving my whole life in and out of dorms and apartments every few months, I became a pro at packing and unpacking. Yet, I always seemed to reach a point towards the end where I would just throw clothes and shoes in a garbage bag and throw it in my car. Needless to say, it was not the most organized way to pack.

If only I had known about this website where you can preorder a moving kit that includes, medium, large, and XL boxes, packing tape, packing paper, sharpies, and a box cutter. You can also choose the size of the kit depending on where you are moving from or to. Whether it’s a dorm or a six bedroom apt, they’ve got you covered.

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Moving SUCKS. In any capacity, really — from apartment to apartment, dorm room to home room, home room to dorm room, even across a room. Generally, I try to move as little as possible.

So when I was told by my landlord that I needed to be out of my apartment by May 31st because of “renovations,” I was a little upset. To add insult to injury, the landlord also informed me that these “renovations,” which include but are not limited to things like granite countertops and slate flooring (things a college student really needs!), would cause my little studio’s rent to increase by $150.

Not. Cool. I had no choice but to move.

Despite my bitterness over being uprooted so suddenly and heartlessly, I tried not let the situation stress me out. The entire year, I had prided myself on living lightly, frugally — It seemed as if my only possessions were a frying pan, a laptop, and a rainbow assortment of tank tops. Moving, I thought, would be a cinch. Just throw everything into a box and haul ass. Read More »