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25 June 2013 @ 09:01 pm
perpetual moving  

We are in a state of perpetual moving. This is not unlike a state of perpetual motion, except it’s also not like it. By last night, we both had a thousand mile stare and were beginning to just shove random shit into boxes. Somehow, despite doing this fifty billion times, there kept being more stuff. The house looked like a pack of 3 year olds had run through strewing junk everywhere. There was little room to manuever around the boxes.

Today, two nice men came and took all the packed stuff away from one house to another. I felt so guilty letting them do all the work that I had to paint the downstairs bathroom. When I was done with that, the new house was strewn with boxes, none of which I could even start to unload, because it is not until tomorrow morning that the other nice men come to put down a new carpet in Young Indiana’s freshly-painted room, nor until tomorrow afternoon thhat still other nice men come to put a shed in the back garden so we can store the owner’s crap that we don’t need and, please be to grod, some of our own crap. That we presumably don’t need, if it’s being stored, but nevermind that.

So I really couldn’t start unpacking because there’s too much stuff in the way or things can’t be put in the right room, making it all an exercise in existential despair. Instead I came home to start cleaning and putting the remaining small stuff into boxes, both of which happened but not to a totally complete and satisfactory degree.

We are entirely wrecked, and tomorrow is really just more moving, cleaning and packing. I have comparatively little confidence that any meaningful unpacking will happen. Gah.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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Herefoxherefox on June 25th, 2013 04:06 pm (UTC)
Ugh, I remember doing that. The last time I moved one of my roommates INSISTED he had a plan for moving the kitchen that wouldn't require boxing things up (we were only going one apartment over and up one story) despite my insisting that it would be easier. After two days of carrying things up by the armful he conceded that I might have been right that putting things in boxes would have be easier.

Hope it goes smoothly and far ahead of schedule even if it looks hopeless now!
mevennenmevennen on June 26th, 2013 06:46 am (UTC)
Huge sympathies! May it go much more smoothly than anyone can imagine.
irishkateirishkate on June 25th, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
Hugs.

I hate moving/packing/unpacking - actually I hate unpacking even more than the other two.

I still haven't finished unpacking one of the rooms I filled up when I had the water leak and had to move everything upstairs.


Wolf Lahti: Millie-gakwolflahti on June 25th, 2013 06:33 pm (UTC)

The mere thought of moving makes me want to abandon everything and start over completely from scratch.
Deborah Blakedeborahblakehps on June 25th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC)
Poor baby. I will probably live here forever, just so I don't have to go through another move.

Did you at least label the boxes for which room they go in? I did that the last time, and the moving men (i.e. the friends I bribed with beer and pizza) were able to at least drop them in the right part of the house. That made unpacking much easier after.

Then, just tackle one room at a time...

Good luck!
sophielandonsophielandon on June 26th, 2013 10:24 am (UTC)
Labeling the boxes works great--until you come across a mover who confesses he can't read. At which point I started spending my time saying "upstairs" or "leave it in the library".

Edited at 2013-06-26 02:24 pm (UTC)
Kari Sperringla_marquise_de_ on June 26th, 2013 10:43 am (UTC)
That sounds like my life between 1982 and 2003 :-(
Hug.