For anyone who's dealt with the mind-numbing, feet-aching, help-me-I-can't-stop-sneezing...when-was-the-last-time-I-dusted-anyway? chaos of moving...you have my sincere respect and empathy.
Changing residences is probably one of the only times where one honestly wishes for less stuff. Every time Patrick, Tom or Mike trundled in with another piece of furniture, another box, or another (God help me) hastily-filled Rubbermaid container (most likely unmarked) a little part of my sanity peeled away. By the 200th "Where does this go?" I found myself staring helplessly at them...uncharacteristically mute.
The joke after a while was that they'd stopped unloading my stuff an hour ago and had moved onto someone else's. At one point, I do believe I told them I didn't care where they put it...I trusted they'd find the best location. So, I'd entered the surreal dimension of Kathrynville...where moving guys determine furniture placement and spotting the cable guy was practically a religious experience.
Last night, I couldn't find the power cord to my television and was literally reduced to tears. I knew I'd probably be asleep before my head hit the pillow...but I wanted those few precious minutes of familiarity amidst all this upheaval, dammit. The scariest part was I'd no recollection of disconnecting it...even though it was earlier that day...and I drifted off to sleep trying to conjure up a mental snapshot of the exact moment I pulled the plug. The wire turned up sometime this morning...but I couldn't for the life of me tell you where I found it.
Tomorrow, internet life shall resume. I've missed you guys more than you'll know. The longing to boot up and just take a quick peek inside was palpable...and as I hit the light switch for the final time before walking out the door of the old place, I could swear I heard the closing music from the show Cheers...and I smiled.
Here's to new beginnings...and all the joy and chaos that inevitably comes along for the ride.
Bring it on. It's so great to be back!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010