Moving boxes create the delusion of progress
Saturday, 31 January, 2009 at 4:16 PM ;)
When my departure date was extended from today to 2 1/2 weeks from now, I breathed a sigh of relief that I would be able to actually sleep this past week. Since it was probably one of the busiest weeks, work-wise, that I've had in ages. (I know. I'm always saying that, aren't I?) So this morning when I woke up and noticed that it was, in fact, mere hours from the start of a whole new month, it further occurred to me that if I blink, the date will have actually arrived and I will be headed to WV for, um, a while... (I'm really going to have to come up with a name for this little West Virginia adventure of mine; it'll make referring to it in my blog a whole lot easier!)
Although you probably don't care, I feel very compelled to tell you that at this moment while I am writing this for your pleasure, Vanilla Ice has inexplicably appeared in my playlist and is singing to me... "Ice, ice baby, too cold..." Random.
So yea: I was waking up and thinking about how it's almost February and I have, for all practical purposes, pretty much packed nothing. Of course there were the couple of hours sis and I spent clearing things out of my storage unit recently, and that's going to be really helpful in the end. Since the things we donated and/or threw away made more room for a lot of the stuff here I'll also be storing, instead of taking it with me. But aside from that and the acquisition of a honkin' stack of broken-down-boxes from a local Borders bookstore, I haven't really made much progress at all.
When I examined the evidence of slackness, I decided to make myself feel much, much better. I got out the packaging tape and assembled a massive pile of those boxes. Because everybody knows that if you can look across the room and see a whole pile of boxes standing in front of the television, it's clear that you're well on your way to making a smooth - even easy - transition. Piece of cake, even!
I
feel
so
much
more
prepared
to
start
this
move
now...
What IS this music, anyway...??? I do believe D e b o r a h G i b s o n is now crooning in my living room!!! DUDE!
Reader Comments (5)
Ah, this brings back memories of the many moves in my life. Most of those times, I ended up wishing I could have sold everything I owned except my bed, my washing machine, and a few changes of clothing. Stuff bogs us down. And, once it took me a year to unpack all of the boxes. When I got around to it, I was constantly saying, "That's where that was."
I know you will love West Virginia. But I hope you will want to come home again.
Do you still have the motorcycle? Is it still in storage? I hate packing. I can understand why people pay to move them.
Hmmmm. Ask me if the bulk of that motorcycle ever made it from SC yet. Sad, sad, SAD excuse for a daughter, that's me. Yea. I still have it. Trying to decide if I'm ever going to reassemble and learn how to ride it. Or if maybe I should sell it. Oh the decisions...
Packing isn't as bad as the moving part, as far as I'm concerned. Getting to organize and tidy things is great. Of course, it's a lot better when you actually have free time to spare... baby steps, right? I have very limited things here, so hopefully it won't be too bad. I'll keep you posted! :)
I have this vision of you on your 50th birthday recreating the scene from Charlie's Angels" when the biker pulls up to the house, dressed in black leather and wearing a black helmet with a tinted sun visor. Then the rider reaches up, removes the helmet and there is Jacklyn Smith or in your case Melody swinging her long dark hair and smiling a smile that says "YES I LOOK GOOD". Please don't spoil that for me!
Wow. I haven't laughed that hard all day. You're awesome! Okay, we'll see...