I hate moving

This is my “I am tired of moving” face! This was only after packing my car.  I hate moving.
Then I had to move everything into my summer housing.  It wasn’t like I got to have my long drive home to relax and then sleep when I got home before unpacking.  No. I had to do the same thing I just did only in reverse.  I’ll say it again; I hate moving.  
I’m not even unpacking everything, and I left my popcorn maker in my car because the house wanted to go to dinner.  I did get an awesome grilled cheese sandwich with humongous onion rings at a new place in town though.
The thing that bothers me is that I’m not even sure how long I’m going to be in my “summer” housing.   I can move into my fall housing earlier than everyone else when the time comes, but it seems dumb for me to unpack everything when I’m not sure how long I’ll be here right now.  It would be great to just leave everything here and then come back to move everything to my fall housing before the summer ends.  
See, I plan on going home when I finish the yearbook.  I have another job for the summer.  However, if my staff doesn’t step it up, I’m looking at completing a yearbook pretty much by myself. 
I have to start getting to work at 8am or else this book will never get done, and then I’ll never get home.  And, I’ll never hang out with my friends or go to the drive-in with them.  I’ll miss bonfires and camp-outs.  My family will miss me too.  I’ll miss my family and be eternally depressed.  
Oh yeah, I have to finish the book.