Chaos Theory
Moving, at its best, is organized chaos. I’ve never been particularly good at it, and I’ve had to rely on friends from time to time to get me through — this one was no exception. A sign of a good friend is that they help you move, and then help you again the next time you move, even though they remember just how much help you needed the last time.
Our clever plan was to take Friday off to meet the movers, so we’d still have the 3-day weekend to start unpacking, finish off with the old apartment, and generally try and keep ourselves sane. I don’t know how much of that we accomplished, but all the stuff we wanted to keep is here, a lot of stuff we didn’t want went into the dumpster, I turned in the keys I’d been issued, and our cats have started to recognize enough furniture that they’re calming down — a little.
I don’t know what I’ll do differently the next time, but I hope that I have a much smaller pile of stuff I haven’t gotten around to getting rid of. We have a list of things we want to do better here than we did there, and some idea how to accomplish a few of them.
On the plus side, when we look out a window now, we see grass and trees. Real grass and real trees with birds and squirrels in them, not the carefully orchestrated 1000 square feet of grass with a few trees that never lets you forget you live in an industrial park.
May 31, 2005
at 11:35 pm