12 of 12: July, "Oh, was it the 12th?" Edition
I thought about this last night, yes. And then while at Peet's at ~4:30 pm. And then just now reading sillyzilly2k 's entry.
It's been a pretty hectic week or two. As of yesterday, I have a job in Santa Cruz. Starting August 1, I will be writing math video scripts for Learning in Motion, a curriculum development house on Cooper St in downtown Santa Cruz. And I also have an apartment 1 block off of West Cliff Drive, right by the memorial surfer statue (OK, and the lighthouse). I'm moving in about 2 weeks - ? Apparently?? Help?
While it's true I set myself the goal of moving by the end of July awhile ago, and also true that I've been Getting Rid of Things to that end for over a month, this whole gainful employment complication happened quite randomly and quickly, and precipitated choosing an apartment immediately. Luckily, I love this location: I think I'll have an ocean view, and I know I'll take lots of walks along W. Cliff. But it's all been so sudden that I don't know if I'm happy or sad or both or what. Moving is always like that for me, though. And this move is . . . complicated.
The apartment's quite small, and on the third floor, but there's an elevator. It's laid out well for being so small and having so few closets. And the size will encourage my lack of attachment to material objects (ha ha). My mom and my friends have been awesome in helping me purge. Purge is a harsh word. It feels more like excavation: clearing away the extraneous matter to see the bones. We're a long way from bones yet, but it still feels good.
For the sake of 12 of 12, here's what I did today.
It's been a pretty hectic week or two. As of yesterday, I have a job in Santa Cruz. Starting August 1, I will be writing math video scripts for Learning in Motion, a curriculum development house on Cooper St in downtown Santa Cruz. And I also have an apartment 1 block off of West Cliff Drive, right by the memorial surfer statue (OK, and the lighthouse). I'm moving in about 2 weeks - ? Apparently?? Help?
While it's true I set myself the goal of moving by the end of July awhile ago, and also true that I've been Getting Rid of Things to that end for over a month, this whole gainful employment complication happened quite randomly and quickly, and precipitated choosing an apartment immediately. Luckily, I love this location: I think I'll have an ocean view, and I know I'll take lots of walks along W. Cliff. But it's all been so sudden that I don't know if I'm happy or sad or both or what. Moving is always like that for me, though. And this move is . . . complicated.
The apartment's quite small, and on the third floor, but there's an elevator. It's laid out well for being so small and having so few closets. And the size will encourage my lack of attachment to material objects (ha ha). My mom and my friends have been awesome in helping me purge. Purge is a harsh word. It feels more like excavation: clearing away the extraneous matter to see the bones. We're a long way from bones yet, but it still feels good.
For the sake of 12 of 12, here's what I did today.
- Drove to Walden House in the city, dropped off most of Erik's clothes, some of mine, a lot of toys and videos, and a few other things. Because he worked there, it felt right for them to have his clothes, especially.
- Had lunch with Erik's old coworker Mieko. We had expensive but yummy sushi.
- Drove to my car place in Berkeley to get regular maintenance done on the Prius.
- While they worked, walked to Strawberry Creek Park and had lovely interlude drinking coffee and being in the green.
- Picked up the car and went to Peet's in Emeryville. Finished The Janissary Tree by Jason Goodman. I enjoyed it more this time, but still don't think it makes a great deal of sense. Luckily he gets better as he goes along in the series. Then I did moving planning stuff, like listing my furniture and figuring out what might fit where in the new place and trying to think how to get rid of the rest of it.
- Came home. Josephine came over with Zachary's pizza-we ate, then cleaned up the computer table and made a dent in the stuff that Mike L, Mike H, Sascha, and I brought down from the attic on Saturday (which is currently filling Erik's room to scary hoarder proportions).
- Josephine left, and Lucy appeared, as if by quantum teleportation.