2003-04-24 - 7:38 p.m.
Movin' on from town to town...
It kind of hit me last night as I was tossing and turning in bed—I have to move. This is not necessarily a huge deal (I’ve done it several times before), but it’s not exactly easy, either.
College moves didn’t count. I still had a permanent place at my parents’ with no furniture, just a lot of stuff. I’d be coming back for Thanksgiving and break anyway, so I left most of my winter clothes at home. That was cool. It was a matter of loading up a car and going.
My first move to my first apartment was also pretty easy. I bought loads of new stuff. My parents still had a house, I still had a room... All was great. I loaded up my car, moved small things in after work, then got a U-Haul on the weekend. Two of my poker buddies helped with the move. The bed was delivered because it was brand-new. My Ikea stuff was still in boxes and didn’t get assembled until I got to the apartment. Easy.
My second move, last year, was also pretty easy. The husband of one of my chorus buddies was out of work, so I asked him to help out. I was also dating the Piano Man at the time, and since he had no day job, he was free. I moved on a Friday, and only across town. I also had a two-month overlap, so I left a lot of crap in the old apartment and went back to get it on the weekends. That was a piece of cake.
This time, however, will be a little tough. I have furniture to get rid of. I have all kinds of crap to pack up. I have to take some things to my cousin for storage because they’re too good to get rid of but I won’t need them in grad school. I’ll make a few trips to Baltimore to store things at Mom’s place and get some suitcases. I’m taking a few weeks off before I move, which is great, but I don’t have the luxury of the overlap—once I’m gone, I’m gone.
I’ve started collecting boxes. I just grabbed two of them from the legal assistant down the hall. I looked into furniture donation, and there are a few places in the area that will take stuff, so I can get rid of the sofa and the table and the coffee table. I’ll throw away the Ikea stuff—3 years is a fine life for an $80 entertainment center—and maybe donate my lamps, too. And the old dishes—they’ll accept those too. Take the stacking tables with me? Store them at my cousin’s? All these things to think about.
But it will be OK. I think. I hope. I asked Mom if she would drive up with me and let me load her car with crap, too—that way, we’d have two people there to move big things, like the TV, and an extra car for all of the extra crap. Then there’s a Target near school. So I think I’ll be alright.
It’s just scary. So much to do and in so little time to do it. And I still have to give notice at my job. But my deposit was cashed and I’m ready to roll. I just have to get some things in order, which I’ve done before and which I’ve given myself time to do, and I’m done.
On the job front, I asked my boss today if he wanted me to go to meetings. He said no, there wouldn’t be much going on anyway. So that takes a burden off my shoulders, but I’m really, REALLY disappointed. I wanted to go. I wanted to party. I wanted to say goodbye in person. Now I have to send out a sad email and say, “I love you all and I’ll miss you all, but I’m leaving, and I’ll see you when you roll through town.” How sad is that? And, of course, I won’t get to flirt with that cute manager I’ve wanted to smooch for the past three years. Sigh. Them’s the breaks, I guess.
