Countdown to the move
I suck at packing. I was “packing” all day, except that I was actually playing games on the computer and daydreaming.
As of 7:30 p.m., my last night in the duplex, I have packed four small boxes (labeled: shoes, heels, lacy things, wine glasses). I have dragged all my clothes downstairs but haven’t put them in boxes. The spare room and the walk-in closet are empty, though.
As of 8:30, I’ve added three more boxes (drinking glasses (a personal weakness, I have three sets), misc. kitchen, and non-perishable food). That’s a pathetic rate of progress. I’m definitely behind where I should be.
As of 11, I packed up the truck with nine small boxes (the above plus books), two large boxes of bedding and towels, about a third of my seemingly endless supply of clothes, the toaster, my knitting gear, lawn chairs, and other crap I can’t remember. It felt like progress. Then I went back in the house where there is still a ton of stuff, including everything heavy and everything that doesn’t easily fit into a box.
I think last time I moved, I said I wouldn’t move again until I bought a house. Well, a lot has changed between then and now, but I’m tempted to swear the same thing again.
When people of work ask me where I’m moving, I tell them the name of the apartment complex (between Riverside and Midtown, just west of the county jail) and their eyes light up. “Oh, that’s like a rite of passage!” and then they start listing off newsroom employees who have lived there. If they’ve lived to tell the tale, I figure it can’t be too bad. And no more unfathomably high gas bills, yay!
When I think about having to move I wish we could push a button and our stuff would just form a labeled brown box around itself and just be waiting to be picked up. But perhaps that’s too Jetson’s.
Comment by Raymond — 7/30/2007 @ 11:29 am
Three things I’ve learned about moving: 1. It takes at least twice as long in practice as it does in theory; 2. Slow and steady packing beats last minute cramming; 3. It’s never fun. Good luck with unpacking. That’s more fun.
Comment by Jeff — 7/30/2007 @ 1:23 pm
I hate moving! You describe it exactly! Found you on a Stumble. Nice blog, I’ll be back!
Comment by Damien Riley — 7/31/2007 @ 9:53 pm