Well, yesterday sucked. Since the future Dr. Mrs. Dr. PGS is going to be moving out here in the fall to teach, I've been tasked with finding us a bigger place to live. I'd applied for a place we both really wanted, and yesterday I found out our application was rejected. Like I need to be dealing with any more fucking rejection this year.
I can't tell you how much I hate moving. Finding a place sucks and takes time. Packing sucks and takes time. Finding boxes and renting a van don't suck, but they do take time. Moving day doesn't take a lot of time, but it does suck. And everything costs money. For a grad student or an adjunct, it costs a lot of money.
But a lot of non-tenured people move every year, bouncing from one-year to one-year. God damn, I don't want that to be me. I really don't.