As I mention in my last post, we're moving again. The roommate and I are deep in the "Oh-My-God-we're-never-gonna-get-all-this-crap-out-of-here!!!!" stage of packing.
Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? We know the move is coming. We've known for MONTHS The widget on my phone has been counting down the days and we've been anxiously, excitedly repeating that countdown like a mantra to keep our sanity as we attempt to deal the the anguish of living in this craptacular apartment for a blessedly short fraction of sample a remainder of the month. .
I don't mind the packing, or the unpacking. but its the actual lugging of all my worldly possessions from one place to another that I find to be painful. Its confronting the reality that I own a lot of crap. and I mean A LOT.
How did this happen? how did I become such a sucker for all the marketing and impulse-purchasing? When I did become such a possessor of things? When did surround myself with all this stuff?
Experienced movers will understand that I'm in that "Did I really think I needed that when I bought it, and I why God why have I held on that thing for so long, and I should just donate everything to Goodwill and feel good about myself-but then really I'd still have to actually move all this stuff-just to Goodwill instead of my new place"--stage of moving.
The part of the move when you seriously consider selling everything you own on EBay--like that one guy who actually did it-- and more and more you find yourself considering a commune, or an ashram or just moving to Russia---except, then I'd have to learn more Russian and I'm just not that great with the Slavic languages.
The most annoying aspect of the moving processes--especially when you have a lot of time before the actual move is finding the balance of waiting to pack and actually packing.
There is a sort of Murphy’s law of packing---that I call the "Law of Inevitable needing" You have things. you pack those things. The NEXT day you realize that you need those things which you have just packed, and you don't have a friggin clue which box the things you need are in. It doesn't matter what that thing it is. It could be a silver collectors spoon your great-Aunt gave you that was given to her by P.T. Barnum in 1912 or the Ziploc bags. Even if you haven't used that thing or even looked at it in years! The day after you pack it will be the day that Antique Roadshow comes to town, or you decide to take a sandwich for lunch.
The law of inevitable needing.
I can feel the stress rising like a barometer. The roommate is out of town (She had the chance to go to DRAGON-CON for pretty much FREE!) I'm on my way out the door to meet the cable guy at the new place, and the movers come tomorrow.
At least tomorrow night I will be enjoying my inaugural night in the new house and hopefully all that will be left is a car load or two of miscellaneous bits.
By next weekend the move will be 100% complete and we can start focusing on our housewarming/Halloween party that we hope will go down in history (and not in flames)
Wish us luck!
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