I hate moving. Hate it. I hate packing, I hate throwing things away, I hate having to attempt to create order from chaos. I hate having to visualize where things belong in a new space -- I have a
really poor visual processing center, trying to operate visually is almost impossible for me.
That having been said, I love that feeling of accomplishment that comes after twelve hours of long, painstaking physical labor. That moment when you walk into your new room, look around at the pieces of your bed leaning up against the wall, the bags of clothing, boxes of books, and mattress lying on the floor and think to yourself
oh, life is full of so much possibility. Then you promptly curl up on that mattress-on-the-floor and are asleep before you have time to think about how exhausted you are.
I still have a fair bit of stuff at the old house, but my bed now lives at
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ninkasa's apartment, which I suppose means that I do as well. I have a hard time mentally processing things like, you know, moves.
But moving is exactly what has happened, and once we clear the rest of my stuff out of the old house today, I think I may take a few hours off to, oh, actually start studying for Monday's exam or something.
Still, I have moved. I have set up the cable internet. (Well, mostly -- I forgot to bring an extra ethernet cable to run from the router to
ninkasa's desktop, so I'm just running off ethernet right now and will set up the router later.) I can shower, dress, and breathe in my new space. I can curl up and watch BSG live tonight, and I think it will be the first time I've been home to watch it live since the season started. (
ninkasa, I
can take over the living room for an hour to watch BSG, right?)
I have quite a bit to get done today, and in half an hour
rossaka and her brother will be here to help with all of that, but right now, I'm relaxing, dammit. Speaking of
rossaka and her brother, I forget sometimes how lucky I am.
rossaka and her family,
hailpoetry and
her family,
ninkasa, and various friends have been putting in huge numbers of hours all week to help carry, load, and shuttle the move of doom. (Three disorganized people's stuff mixed together in one house, all moving to three different places. It's been a mess.)
renquestor has been nothing but helpful and brilliantly flexible, willing to drive whenever and wherever he's been needed and to change plans at the sound of a ringing phone. A friend from the CLU's coming over at 3 today with his massive SUV of gas guzzling fuel inefficiency to help us get the last of everything. The IHOP monkey that bought my old CR-V has traded cars with me for the weekend so I have that to move things with instead of the Prius. I am surrounded by wonderful people who want to do whatever is needed, who are happy to offer help unbidden.
I've never had such a huge group of extended friends and family before, and though I've had one here for a while now, I don't think it really clicked until this week.
Three years ago, I moved here knowing
hailpoetry and
zessa. I was a stranger, and a lonely one at that. Somehow, I've connected with more people in those three years than I did in the twenty-four that preceded them. I'm really bloody lucky.
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