Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The joy of moving

Well, it finally happened.  I have gotten rid of all the big "furniture" items I had left.  Let me start from the beginning of this adventure.  P2 was interviewing for new jobs and was talking to his friend in Hawaii.  The next thing you know...he's on a plane in a new home, I'm looking for a place to live here on the mainland.

Fast forward to my first night sleeping at my new "home".  My tiny room that I am paying $1000/ month for is slowly reaching capacity.  I wish I could say with my stuff, but it's not.  The homeowner still has some things in there  A fact that I was ok with when I made the agreement, thinking that I wouldn't (think couldn't) have that much stuff.  But yesterday I loaded 5 boxes of paper-like stuff and still have at least 1 more.  Then there's my huge ass printer that I can't seem to live without.  Hopefully I can get it working (it works, I just need the scanner to work) so I can then get rid of the 5 boxes of paper stuff I have.  The closet is normal sized, with divided clothes bars making it impossible to hang the few dresses I have and the fact that I only have half of the closet is troublesome.  Where am I to hide all my stuff?  Then there's a dresser I can't use, because it's supposed to go in the master bedroom but doesn't fit.  Then there's a headboard that's damaged and has to be returned or sold, then there's a few boxes on the floor, a nice wicker chair full of stuff that isn't mine and a coat rack.  Which I kinda dig.  When I look at the bed it seems tiny.  Granted, I haven't actually slept in a bed since August when I sold mine in a fit of "I've gotta move now".  Yes, I did get a nice, clean, comfy hotel bed when I travelled to Juneau, and an even cozier one in Anchorage that I got to share with P2, whom I hadn't seen in 100+ days (yes, I count in days, not months, it makes things more dramatic).  My night was filled with tossing and turning and the random waking up when the cat would meow at the door or scare the bahjesus out of me by sitting on the bed next to me while I slept.  I was sleepy from yet another waking at 3 am and just staying awake, my head filled with the stress of moving.  By 9:30 I was out.  At 10:30 I felt the soft buzz of my phone.  Hawaii calling.  I found my headphone and chatted briefly with Tres.  He was just checking in on me after my afternoon meltdown call to him.  I had calmed considerably.  My panicked text to him at 3:30pm was filled with barely audible words that I spit out between the sobs, which panicked him.  "What's happened? he asked.  "They took the stuff.  They took everything!"  "Who/What?" "The Craigslist chick, she took everything, it's all gone!!!"  He breathed a deep sigh of relief "I thought something serious had happened, like you were hurt.  Don't scare me like that!!" which of course made me cry more.  How is this my life now.  Yes, I'm a grown-up, but I just want someone to take care of me.  I can't help myself, I am always taking care of others needs and neglecting or ignoring my own.  And now that I need comfort there is none.