a moving story
Written at: 22:14 10 Sep, 2001
Is there anything so vexing as moving? Let me answer for you: no, no there isn't anything more vexing in the known universe.
On one hand, there is adventure. A new house. A new housemate. All conveniently located in a new neighborhood. What possible drawbacks could there be to this seemingly blissful dreamworld of newness?
Well, on the other hand, there is the leaving behind of favorite old haunts. There is memorizing a whole new set of numbers so people can interact with you. And there is attempting to stuff your worldly possessions into too few cardboard boxes labelled "misc." and trucking them over to your new house in your too-small car.
It's this last bit that really sticks in my craw. I have to come face to face with the fact that I am a bit of a pack rat every time I move. And I have to sweat while doing it. Why don't I ever move in the winter?
But in the end I do it. Because every time I move, I am given the opportunity to do things over again. And do them better than I did before. I can set up my room even better. I can decorate the house even nicer. And I can really get around to cleaning the place before it just gets depressing, I promise.
But before that happens, I have lots of boxes yet to move. Dangit.
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