Moving, again

[resonant]

I'm gearing up to move again; now that I don't have to stay in the school district*, I'm looking at a couple of places that are smaller, cheaper, closer to work, and ideally a little less damp.

But of course the idea of touching every single item I own, again, is incredibly intimidating.

So I decided to try packing one box a day.

There's quite a lot of low-hanging fruit -- at least ten boxes that I never got around to unpacking two years ago when we moved here. I may very well bog down when it comes to starting from scratch. But here's two days' worth of progress:

Day 1

Packed: One box from the bedroom. Mostly books and miscellaneous desky stuff.

Discarded: One bag of books and three bags of clothes to Goodwill. Half a recycle bin's worth of paper.

Find of the day: A bunch of little spiral notebooks from the pre-Iowa days, when I used to get Saturday mornings alone to write. Much probably-doomed writing in there, including the title of a Discworld story ("Hard-Boiled Egg") and the summary of a Sherlock story ("Suicide by vampire. At least, that was the plan.") and about 500 words of a story I was going to write about how in an Alpha/Omega universe the end of fertility must be heralded by an Omegapause ("Everybody around him was so goddamned fucking young.").

Day 2

Packed: One box of cookbooks and other non-fragile kitcheny stuff.

Discarded: Another bag of books ready to go to Goodwill, and a garbage bag full of things which stop being edible after being left in a box on the living room floor for two years.

Find of the day: So that's where all the AA batteries were.

* Let's just take a moment to let that sink in. Barring really strange circumstances, I am finished with school districts. School districts will never again play a role in my real estate decisions. I am no longer the parent of a public school student. I have attended my last teacher conference, and probably also my last progress report.

Comments

[nestra]

Is the kidlet off to college?

We moved in October, and my husband is unhappy with his job, so he's idly looking for something else. He had a phone screen today for a job he figured he probably didn't want (and he was right), but last night he was talking about how it would be a horrible commute, and if he got the job and liked it, maybe we could move closer.

I told him that moving again after less than a year would probably be the thing that makes me snap.

[out_there]

"Everybody around him was so goddamned fucking young."

I'd like to marry that sentence. And not just because I drove past new student housing yesterday and was shocked at young uni students are these days. *laughs at self*

[aerye]

the summary of a Sherlock story ("Suicide by vampire. At least, that was the plan.") and about 500 words of a story I was going to write about how in an Alpha/Omega universe the end of fertility must be heralded by an Omegapause ("Everybody around him was so goddamned fucking young.")

A pause to mourn.

[tevere]

Omg Omegapause--how I would love that story to happen

[china_shop]

how in an Alpha/Omega universe the end of fertility must be heralded by an Omegapause

Hee! *hearts*

[tetsubinatu]

I am coming up on my anniversary of my last move and I still have boxes EVERYWHERE! Since May 2015 I have moved 3 times:

1. Out of the matrimonial house we'd lived in for 13 years to a house an hour away with the ex promising, promising, failing to come help. With one starting high school, one starting Uni and a third child sulking about the entire disruption of his life. (Me too, kid)

2. After a job fell through, depressed, six months later, and

3. Seven months later with still no job and a brand new diagnosis of multiple sclerosis, but finally a crappy place to call my own so that I could sleep at night instead of lying awake worrying about my settlement seeping away into rent money snd the four of us ending up destitute.

Erm. All of which was a very roundabout way if saying that Moving Box Trauma is familiar to me and good luck with it all! And Congratulations on your freedom from School Districts!

[oracne]

I WOULD READ YOUR OMEGAPAUSE SOTRY. Just sayin'.

Also, congrats on getting rid of stuff!