tick tick, pack pack
It's hard to find an adjective for the last week or two. 'Surreal', maybe, but I feel like I overuse that one, and anyhow, that implies some sort of emotion. I haven't really had much time to feel emotions-too much packing and prep to do.
I do feel good about how much physical stuff I've worked through. The pile of stuff to chuck/give away is larger than the pile of stuff I'm keeping, and very little of the stuff I'm keeping is being kept in storage (i.e. hypatia156's garage-thanks, Sweetie!!) beyond the end of the year. Most of it will go into boxes destined for various points on the globe. I'm working around the problem that the U.S. Postal System doesn't do sea mail anymore (?!¿??!) by having stuff sent to me in New England when I'm there, so I can take it over the border to Canada, which still has an intact postal service. I still need to arrange to get the garbage people to pick up the hazardous waste (unused drugs) and e-waste (three big boxes), and an amazing amount of stuff has just gone into the bin... including some 5¼" floppy disks!
I was sick for a chunk of last week, most likely due to allergies triggered by dust. I also felt a bit emotionally fragile, especially when I was packing stuff up in my room, to move into the spare room. It's smaller, has a leaky window, and lacks the views of Diamond Heights and Corona Hights, where I go to meditate. I might've felt better if I'd known that this week I'd be spending one last night in that room... the woman who moved in after me turned out to be quite cute.
I've also had a couple of dates with people I haven't gone out with in five or six years: kineticphoenix and alice_holbart. Since my life's about to transition majorly, I suppose it makes sense to reconnect with quite a different time of my life, especially in such a pleasant way.
I saw hopeforyou today for the last time before I leave. I wish we could've had more time together, but because of a miscommunication about dates, she wasn't able to see me in the time I'd set aside for her. We got some lovely cuddle time at Watercourse Way in Palo Alto, though. I'm also not sure if I'll get to see Kealani again before I go; her Harbin schedule's gotten a little crazy-occasionally, dating multiple massage therapists really does deserve some sympathy. But I got to spend some time with a fair few good folks at last weekend's Tortuga party, including some real quality time with laughingstone. gypsika, hypatia156 and I have reached a new level of intimacy in the last couple of weeks as well, and this is making me feel even less inclined to wait long before moving back to this town.
And perhaps that is the reason, with less than 100 hours before my departure, it still doesn't feel like I'm leaving.