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.
