Monday, October 15, 2007
Moving is LIke Being in an Alternate Universe For Two Months
Then, to move out of a very large, two story home, to try to fit into a beach apartment again, what agony!
I feel like I have spent every waking moment of my life for the past 8 weeks in putting things into or taking them out of boxes, bins, baskets.
I have cuts, bruises, scrapes, and one badly dinged thumb to show for all of this constant motion.
I think we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but before I forget the agony of this all, I want to remember that moving is painful in so many ways:
1-even though we only moved 11 miles, there is the agony of leaving behind what is familiar (friends, routines, and walk-in closets!).
2-there is the actual physical parts of attempting to haul things up and down stairs, and into and out of vehicles, and, well, just always hauling until you dream of hauling and wake up in the morning as sore as you would be had you really had a tough work-out at the gym run by the merciless marine!
3-there is the emotional part of feeling displaced, wondering where things are, seeing favorite pieces of furniture with new moving dings and scrapes, and wondering if you will ever feel settled in the new place.
4-the wanting to do things like, well, live one's life, work, answer emails, take a walk, go to the library, post on flickr, see a movie, but you can't because all you can keep doing is finding things, putting things away, giving things away!
5- To be continued, I have just run out of time, again!!!