citizen of the planet

Oh man, it’s already the end of yet another Sunday. There’s still so much that I need to get done, but I currently don’t have the time or energy to tackle it all. Yeah, the weekend sure was productive, but have I done enough to recharge my batteries? Can I say I’m refreshed and ready to tackle another week of work? Good question. Hmm.

OK, so I’m sure that once all of the after effects of moving dies down, I’ll finally be able to enjoy my weekends again. Meanwhile, I’m just going to have to ride it out. I’m just concerned though. Am I possibly running myself into the ground? Where’s my breaking point? What if I hit it?

Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning.

God, I have a lot of stories to share so far with regards to this move.  As much as I want to unload it all, I think I need to just control myself or else one entry could explode into thousands of words.  I’d prefer not to go that route.  It’s harder to read that way, isn’t it?

For the last few days, I’ve been sleeping at my parent’s house just because there isn’t any furniture over at my place.  Instead of sleeping on the floor, I figured it would just be easier to head on over to the condo whenever I need to.  There has been a large amount of back-and-forth movement, for sure.  Each time I’ve done so I’ve had to bring along a large amount of stuff.  Sure, I got most of it during the big move.  I thought that I’d leave little bits behind, I mean, how hard could it be to bring in the remainders?  Well, I’m actually quite surprised at how there doesn’t seem to be any end.  Oh well.  My Corolla is getting a good workout.

Yesterday, I had the appliance delivery scheduled.  Long ago I’d called in to say that I had the elevator booked for 1-3 p.m.  The building people were stressing that we all needed to book the elevator, even for deliveries.  Fine, so I did my best to try to get it all to work.  The day before the delivery I got a call saying that the delivery would be coming at 11 a.m.  What?  I told the person on the phone that I told them to come at 1-3 due to the elevator thing.  She said she’d tell the driver.  Fine.  Anyway, when morning rolled around, I decided to try to arrive early just in case.  En route, I got a call from the delivery people saying that they’d be over in half an hour.  Holy crap!  Lucky thing that I decided to get moving.  By the time I arrived, the truck was already there, and my stuff was being unloaded.  I had to rush upstairs to clear everything out.  In the end, I did fine.  Right now, only my fridge and stove are plugged in and functional.  For now, that’s all I need.  The dishwasher, water line for the fridge, and washer/dryer combo can wait.

So, knowing how these delivery people can be slightly unpredictable, I’ve decided to sleep in the condo tonight.  I mean, what if the people come at 8 a.m.?  I won’t be directly on the floor though because my mom had the sense to send me off with a banig to put on the floor.  At least it’s something.  This place will slowly become more and more like home.  Just need to get settled.

You know, due to the nature of the engineering program I was in (back in the day), I’m not really a stranger to moving.  Back then, my schedule was such that I had four months of studying then four months of work.  This cycle repeated over and over for six years.  Each time I had to switch I had to pick up all of my gear and lug it all 90 minutes down the highway.  Over time, I became really efficient at making the move.  Back in 2000, during my first few moves I basically took anything and everything.  It resulted in a minivan load or two.  By 2006, I got everything to fit into my car.  That’s just the way things went.

I’m just mentioning all of this because this moving process that I’m going through right now reminds me of those days a great deal.  The big difference this time is that I’m not supposed to pack light.  This is a case where I have to pack just about everything.  While doing so, I have to also pack efficiently such that I can carry most of my things in minimal car loads.  I’m trying to transfer as much as I can today, but I also recognize that I can leave some stuff behind to pick up another time.  It’s tough striking a balance.  I’ve heard stories of people taking months to fully move out.  I’d prefer to not drag it out, honestly.

Well, the process is now under way.  Wish me luck.

All it took was a 29 month process.  Now that it’s a done deal, I can now say:

I have a place to call my own.

Right now I’m feeling exhausted.  Tomorrow will be a long and arduous day as I begin to move boxes and get settled.  Despite the fatigue, I’m going to sleep well tonight.