Oct 09, 2024 20:57
Well, I’m an Oregonian now.
The move was fine. I’d packed about 50 boxes and lost all sense of what was in any of them. I left a few things that I meant to pack but it’s only stuff. And there’ll be stuff in my future.
I’m finding it difficult to get information out of the people who run this mobile home park. Like which is my mailbox, what are the trash collection rules and schedule, etc. but that will come with time. And then all those people I have to tell, hey, I’ve moved.
I have to find new stores and with my god-given sense of direction that often turns into a hilarious scared rabbit run through unknown streets in search of something I can recognize. I’ve always found home but it’s been a challenge.
Now I’m unpacking 50 boxes and finding places for everything. There’s twice the room here as before but not many kitchen cabinets. I have shelves and things will be in the open so I will know where they are.
The internet hookup was a nightmare and I got a package I didn’t need, but I’ll cancel it later.
The cats had a quiet trip up but freaked when they got into the house. They’re copacetic now and have hiding places when people come in that are unfindable.
new place 2,
my life