I am a little amazed that after all the hours of work I have put into my packing, I'm still not finished. All I can say, and I keep saying it, is I'm glad I decided to "get a jump on it," because it wasn't really a jump, but a slog. Did I think I was going to get ahead? Anyway, glad I decided to start on this when I did. If I'm lucky, not too many things will remain unboxed by the time the movers get here.
And I'm not sure how it's possible, but even after the very short duration stay here in this apartment I managed to accumulate some crap.
No one is helping me. I'm not complaining, but I say this because moving, by one's self, is a very lonely proposition, on more than one level. And--correct me if I'm wrong--using the ceiling lights only, after packing up all the lamps, looks very dreary and goddamn depressing. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't start this earlier, because, this way, I don't have to live in this barren wasteland very long.
I admit if I had my critters I might feel better. No doubt that they would be annoying me, cruising in and out of rooms, in and out of boxes, turning up completely missing after I had taped up the tops of all the boxes, causing me to worry about taping a cat in a box. Of course that's never what happens--they delight in this kind of subterfuge.
Tomorrow is another day, and the last full day here at this address, according to my plan. I can finally pack up everything, knowing I won't need it here.
Well, thank you for reading, imaginary person. I feel better ventilating, and I'm ready to get dinner, or make dinner, or something.
Imaginary person here.
ReplyDeleteSo, if I'm following this correctly, yesterday was M Day. Correct? And today is Un-M Day aka the beginning of the disassembling of the boxes. Yes, lucky you don't have to dread unpacking a mummified cat. Best to you in the new digs. Can't wait for a few photos.
We are also planning to move when we get back to the States. After the first of the year, we're going to prepare to put our house on the market. You know about that special kind of agony. Anyway, we are barely ever "home" anymore more so why keep it? But shhhhhhsssss.... don't tell anyone yet. Not even the kids know. :)
Imaginary person out.
I am sitting here in the midst of a sea of cardboard boxes. This computer is the last thing working. The movers are supposed to arrive in--let's see--2.25 hours. I am drinking coffee out of an old measuring cup. I'm soon going to pull the plug on this thing and call Google and have them flip that switch that they flip, or whatever. Now that I don't actually work at the phone company, I love saying that. "Thirty dollars?!! Just to flip a switch??"
ReplyDeleteAs I said, good luck with the house business. I know nothing. My lips are sealed. "I can't recall."
The adventure continues. Have you found your coffee cup yet? I imagine it is pretty high up on the priorities list.
ReplyDeleteI have my Harry Potter mug right here beside the laptop as I type at the coffee table. I haven't quite yet figured out where the PC--the writer's nook--is going to go.
ReplyDeleteYes. That's the most important thing. Did you decide yet?
ReplyDeleteI did find a place for the writer's nook--it is in a forgotten corner off to the side with no 90 degree angles and a sort of slanting floor, so that it resembles the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz.
ReplyDeletehttps://www.mysteryspot.com/what-is-it