Moving Up (Down? Around?) in the World

Well once again it looks like we’re on the move. Re-locating everything we own to a new and exciting cube somewhere else, and all I’m getting this time is a whollop of mixed feelings. I used to love moving, the pleasure of organizing everything into labeled boxes, and then finding a brand new place for them in a spanking clean, new, and exciting place! But after doing it about….1, 2, 3, 4, 5…6 times since 2006, the novelty is really starting to wear off.

Most people I know absolutely hate moving, and I am starting to see why. As a person with her own personal library, the task begins to get a bit daunting when thinking about having to lift everything in sight, carry it out the door, down the hall, into the elevator and out too a truck, and then reverse the process all over again. I love my books to death, and always have, they are my children if ever I had to bequeath anything to anyone, but when it comes to moving, I begin to genuinely hate them for a brief period of time and afterwards feel terrible about it.

Then comes the “Oh just throw it out” phase, when packing become such a pain that you’d rather just chuck out anything that doesn’t fit right in the box. Yes, it’s good to have a healthy purge of excess belongings every once in a while, but in an angry and impulsive packing-induced rage is not exactly the best way. Then of course, there’s the fear that not everything will fit in the new place as comfortably as you have hoped. Particularly if you’re downsizing, as we are. I’m sure it will be fine, but I’m envisioning the arguments between myself and my (like to see the walls still) gentleman about what is going to go where…talk about unneeded stress. I need a shirt that says “I’m right, don’t even bother trying to argue!” to wear on moving day.

And that’s just the day, not even mentioning the prep work involved….calling for a moving van, correspondence with the new apartment building, getting the internet switched over, locating boxes, dissembling and returning mountain of empties, cleaning everything, (killing old landlord), finding a home for the extra furniture, finding renters insurance…the list just goes on and on…

I wish I could just throw a few important things in a bindle, swing it over my shoulder and hit the road, free as a bird! But good old fashioned western society, our materialistic views and love of capitalism has left most of us here with houses chalk full of every impulsive purchase in our past. When was the last time I used that popcorn maker? Where did all this nail polish come from? I don’t paint my nails! Why do we even have a TARDIS safe? (No wait..that one is still awesome..) The point is, people are crazy, not at all excluding myself.

I just want to take the time to thank my readers, and if fail to update for a few weeks then you’ll know that either the internet didn’t get switched over in a timely fashion at all, or I’ve killed someone and am on the run. Wish me all of your extra luck!

I think I need a coffee…

-Miss Hailey Jane


One response to “Moving Up (Down? Around?) in the World

  • azrael001

    I got Brad to help me move, I wasn’t even fully packed yet. We took less than four hours.

    Getting internet at home has been more of a chore.

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