… the reason that I mislead myself into believing as to why I have not been posting at my desired frequency. For this particular move — I think for the first time in my moving history (which is, as is probably the case for many folks my age, extensive) — I’ve actually given myself enough time to get a good helping of my sh!t packed before loading day.
Because my Seattle digs are substantially smaller than my current P-town ones, I’ve made Goodwill runs aplenty. And, to prevent the usual lower back strain induced from packing solid, a single 10 cubic foot box full of books, Jane and I raided the Veteran’s Hospital in the wee hours to amass a collection of boxes of suitable volume, strength and rigidity to contain all of our belongings. I’ve even reserved, well enough in advance to prevent the usual hassle, the U-haul.
All of this preparation has not made the actual task of physically translating my belongings from one point in space to another, any more enjoyable than it usually is… well maybe it has. Usually, a few days before the event of loading up the truck, my stomach is in knots. No so, right now. Enough reflection though, many an article remains to be spatially oriented into corrugated cubes for translation.
3 replies on ““Moving Hell”…”
Sorry, moving sucks so hard! The whole adventure of going to a new land hopefully will overcome that though. And you’ll get to throw a bunch of shit away! If there’s anything good you don’t want, let it be known.
I second that, the part about our material lives being enriched by your absence…
One thing you should do if it seems like it sucks despite preparation… just remind yourself that it would be ten times worse if you hadn’t done it!
Is your next move going to be somewhere in British Colombia? You keep moving up by one state – an interesting trend.