Kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight.
I've survived the move from hell. Though, just barely. It took 13 hours to do load and unload one and a half truck loads. And I moved, really, only 15 minutes away. This might be understandable if I lived in a 16 bedroom home, instead of a 2 bedroom apartment. Sure, we've accumulated a lot of shit. But 13 hours? Really? It should have taken maybe 4. A lot of our furniture got damaged, which is disgusting. There just aren't even words for this. I'm a worshiper of language. I like to play with words and I have a firm respect of them. But this disgust and fury I have over how horrific of a move it was goes beyond words. I don't even want to talk about it beyond saying I'm exhausted beyond all meaning of the word. The move somehow managed to stretch over 4 days. I don't even know how that managed to happen. I look back on the past week/end and it's just a big fucksmash of a nightmare.
Anyway. We're home now. The new apartment is great, aside from the lack of A/C. In 40c degree weather. I feel like I might melt right through the floors some days. Aside from that, and the creepy dripping sound the baseboard heaters are making, I think I'm in love with this place. As much as I loathe moving, I love being in a new place. Getting to reinvent our living quarters makes me happy. I think I might have been a gypsy in a previous life. The unpacking is tedious. Not as bad as packing though. There were more than a few moments when I contemplated just throwing the lot of it out and calling it a day. I loathe packing almost as much as I loathe moving it from one place to another. We've been unpacking for days, and I think the boxes are multiplying when we're not looking. We've unpacked dozens of boxes, and it seems like when I turn around there's just as many as there were before. Maybe someone's feeding them after midnight.
The only real unpacking annoyance, though, is my book shelf. I'm very OCD about the order of my books. I have 4 or 5 different book shelves, and 2 of them are reserved for specific books. My favorites, really. One is dedicated just to my poetry books and my queer book collection. It's my bookshelf of happy, and everything is right as rain there. It's the other one that's giving me a bit of a headache. I can't for the life of me recall how I got all these books to fit on this shelf in the last place. It's a mystery to me. I know they all fit, because they did before. But something about the order feels off and it's irritating. I know, it sounds insane. I could put some of my books on a different shelf and the world wouldn't end. I won't, but I could.
Aside from that, business as usual. Work, eat, sleep, wedding stress. I've had a migraine since day one of the move, which was six days ago. I got heat/sunstroke on Tuesday. I just have to get through tomorrow, and then I'm off for three days. Unless of course I give in to my vague notion of doing overtime this weekend. I can't decide which I need more, money or sleep. I feel like I could sleep for a month at this point. I've move so far past exhaustion, it's just a distant blip on the horizon.
The best part about moving out of the downtown area? Aside from the lack of shouting outside at three am? I can see stars again. Not as many as I would see if I moved out of the city altogether. But the light pollution isn't quite so bad out here, just 15 minutes from the bars and banks and offices. Also, we're on the top floor again. It's nice to have my view back. It's going to be gorgeous in the fall when all this green turns to gold and red. I think we're going to be really happy here. <3
Anyway. We're home now. The new apartment is great, aside from the lack of A/C. In 40c degree weather. I feel like I might melt right through the floors some days. Aside from that, and the creepy dripping sound the baseboard heaters are making, I think I'm in love with this place. As much as I loathe moving, I love being in a new place. Getting to reinvent our living quarters makes me happy. I think I might have been a gypsy in a previous life. The unpacking is tedious. Not as bad as packing though. There were more than a few moments when I contemplated just throwing the lot of it out and calling it a day. I loathe packing almost as much as I loathe moving it from one place to another. We've been unpacking for days, and I think the boxes are multiplying when we're not looking. We've unpacked dozens of boxes, and it seems like when I turn around there's just as many as there were before. Maybe someone's feeding them after midnight.
The only real unpacking annoyance, though, is my book shelf. I'm very OCD about the order of my books. I have 4 or 5 different book shelves, and 2 of them are reserved for specific books. My favorites, really. One is dedicated just to my poetry books and my queer book collection. It's my bookshelf of happy, and everything is right as rain there. It's the other one that's giving me a bit of a headache. I can't for the life of me recall how I got all these books to fit on this shelf in the last place. It's a mystery to me. I know they all fit, because they did before. But something about the order feels off and it's irritating. I know, it sounds insane. I could put some of my books on a different shelf and the world wouldn't end. I won't, but I could.
Aside from that, business as usual. Work, eat, sleep, wedding stress. I've had a migraine since day one of the move, which was six days ago. I got heat/sunstroke on Tuesday. I just have to get through tomorrow, and then I'm off for three days. Unless of course I give in to my vague notion of doing overtime this weekend. I can't decide which I need more, money or sleep. I feel like I could sleep for a month at this point. I've move so far past exhaustion, it's just a distant blip on the horizon.
The best part about moving out of the downtown area? Aside from the lack of shouting outside at three am? I can see stars again. Not as many as I would see if I moved out of the city altogether. But the light pollution isn't quite so bad out here, just 15 minutes from the bars and banks and offices. Also, we're on the top floor again. It's nice to have my view back. It's going to be gorgeous in the fall when all this green turns to gold and red. I think we're going to be really happy here. <3