14. You don’t know how much furniture to move with you.
If I don’t have a house, how am I supposed to know how much stuff will fit in my new place? Would it just be cheaper to buy new stuff? WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!
13. You go to check out a place that sounds amazing, but it’s like:
Really? You think I can get a queen-sized bed, a desk, a bedside table and bookshelfs into this TINY ANT-SIZED CLOSET?! Is this Alice in Wonderland? Will my shit shrink the fuck down when it enters this room?
10. Realising that you literally don’t have enough hours in your day to get everything done.
Okay, I have work from 9 - 5 and everyone I love wants to hang out with me before I leave, and I need to make all these appointments. Fabulous, that’s fine, I don’t need to sleep at all.
9. Donating junk that you would actually like to keep, but don’t have the room for.
I know I don’t need my massive collection of Sweet Valley High novels that I’ve been hoarding in a cupboard since my tween years, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them anymore!