And Then Everything Blew Up
Apr. 27th, 2020 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I was expecting to spend most of May gradually moving in to the new place, but my housemates want to be able to show people (virtually) around my room, and I want to get out of here as soon as possible, so I have been throwing stuff in boxes all weekend and my one car-enabled housemate is going to take a load down tonight, so I can empty and reuse some of the boxes. If this were Ordinary Times, I would just scrounge some of the hundreds of empty boxes set out by city centre businesses before 8:00, but of course they are all shut, so I've been using anything and everything to hand, including tote bags, suitcases, and shoe boxes.
I also can't take superfluous stuff to charity shops, so I have to pack it all. In 2008 I had a week to pack up my Vancouver apartment to move to LA, and did the same – no time to sort through things – which meant that, work being what it was, it was two years before I finally did the necessary downsizing.
I have moved a lot in my life. The five years since the last move is a significant anomaly. Even in LA I moved from one side of my quadruplex to the other. So this is nothing new. But boy am I starting to feel too old for it. I am really looking forward to the new place, which is ridiculously ideal, but at the same time I am really longing for when I get to do this one last time (?) and settle in somewhere for keeps. As much as I love living in Britain, that's probably not going to happen here. Places I would want to buy in BC are either too expensive or too inaccessible. But something will shake out, eventually. The Pacific is calling. For some reason my bedroom smelled of the sea this morning, so that may be more than figuratively the case.
I also can't take superfluous stuff to charity shops, so I have to pack it all. In 2008 I had a week to pack up my Vancouver apartment to move to LA, and did the same – no time to sort through things – which meant that, work being what it was, it was two years before I finally did the necessary downsizing.
I have moved a lot in my life. The five years since the last move is a significant anomaly. Even in LA I moved from one side of my quadruplex to the other. So this is nothing new. But boy am I starting to feel too old for it. I am really looking forward to the new place, which is ridiculously ideal, but at the same time I am really longing for when I get to do this one last time (?) and settle in somewhere for keeps. As much as I love living in Britain, that's probably not going to happen here. Places I would want to buy in BC are either too expensive or too inaccessible. But something will shake out, eventually. The Pacific is calling. For some reason my bedroom smelled of the sea this morning, so that may be more than figuratively the case.
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Date: 2020-04-27 06:49 pm (UTC)I hope you have sufficient totes unto the task of moving. What makes the new place ideal?
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Date: 2020-04-27 07:49 pm (UTC)New place is ideal in that I am 'renting' from a friend, and doing him a big favour in doing so; also the place was evidently owned by time-travellers, it's got at least four fruit trees in the garden, and I'll be there ALONE!! (... aside from the birds and the spiders and whatnot.) Really looking forward to that, and getting my brain back.
Glad to know I'm not the only one who's experienced that with the Pacific...
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Date: 2020-04-27 09:25 pm (UTC)Pacific? It is not (if I may surmise): Sand gets in your eyes.
Date: 2020-04-27 10:52 pm (UTC)(Of course I'm kidding. I hope you find that beautiful barrack by the breakers. ^_^)
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Date: 2020-05-02 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-02 09:00 am (UTC)Oh boy, I really hope that works out for you! Those moves in quick succession are so draining.