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i'm glad i didn't expect the move to go 100% smoothly, because moving never does, and i was prepared.
danny came down with a cold 48 hours before moving day. fever, chills, congestion - the works. luckily the fever broke on saturday morning, but we had to take it easy, so we didn't have all the packing time i hoped for. this meant random frantic packing at odd hours, which is never fun.
on moving day itself, two guys showed up late -- but they showed. the truck we reserved was broken -- but they upgraded us (to a fire truck sized monster) for free. not everything went according to plan, but the move got done in (what i feel is) record time... five guys can really move furniture!
the townhouse is pretty empty. there's some kitchen stuff left, and random trash/odds'n'ends piles, but that's about it. i'm not looking forward to the cleaning, so i'm just not thinking about it.
i've slept in vallejo two nights in a row already and i'm still waiting for the, "woah! i moved!" moment to hit. but i don't think it will. frankly, this move isn't monumental. it wasn't even that epic in scale. and we're not staying in the vallejo house for long; i'm already getting ready for the loan application process. the vallejo house feels exactly like what it is -- a summer rental before we move on to something more stable.
but i do like 109 daniels ave. the kitchen is large and it's my domain. all i need is a media viewer and my crafts in there, and i'd have almost no reason to leave. aiden is learning to use a doggy door, the reptiles have been cleaned out/aired out/resituated, and so far lara doesn't completely hate the house... so far.
in my mind, i sound edgy and disjointed. i'm not sure if that's carrying over into my writing, but it's how i feel. i've learned something important about myself: when i move, i need ample decompression time. no matter how much i trivialize it, moving knocks the wind out of my sails, and it takes a while to get that momentum back. i'd say next time i need 3 days minimum to resituate myself and get my bearings. the fact i'm working one day after the move is causing me some stress. i am glad to be working, but i should have taken more time off.
and now i've run out of steam. time to do something else.
love kittie
danny came down with a cold 48 hours before moving day. fever, chills, congestion - the works. luckily the fever broke on saturday morning, but we had to take it easy, so we didn't have all the packing time i hoped for. this meant random frantic packing at odd hours, which is never fun.
on moving day itself, two guys showed up late -- but they showed. the truck we reserved was broken -- but they upgraded us (to a fire truck sized monster) for free. not everything went according to plan, but the move got done in (what i feel is) record time... five guys can really move furniture!
the townhouse is pretty empty. there's some kitchen stuff left, and random trash/odds'n'ends piles, but that's about it. i'm not looking forward to the cleaning, so i'm just not thinking about it.
i've slept in vallejo two nights in a row already and i'm still waiting for the, "woah! i moved!" moment to hit. but i don't think it will. frankly, this move isn't monumental. it wasn't even that epic in scale. and we're not staying in the vallejo house for long; i'm already getting ready for the loan application process. the vallejo house feels exactly like what it is -- a summer rental before we move on to something more stable.
but i do like 109 daniels ave. the kitchen is large and it's my domain. all i need is a media viewer and my crafts in there, and i'd have almost no reason to leave. aiden is learning to use a doggy door, the reptiles have been cleaned out/aired out/resituated, and so far lara doesn't completely hate the house... so far.
in my mind, i sound edgy and disjointed. i'm not sure if that's carrying over into my writing, but it's how i feel. i've learned something important about myself: when i move, i need ample decompression time. no matter how much i trivialize it, moving knocks the wind out of my sails, and it takes a while to get that momentum back. i'd say next time i need 3 days minimum to resituate myself and get my bearings. the fact i'm working one day after the move is causing me some stress. i am glad to be working, but i should have taken more time off.
and now i've run out of steam. time to do something else.
love kittie