Finally, I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel in this move. Or maybe I should say that I’m finally starting to see bare walls and bits of what may or may not be the floor in my soon-to-be old apartment…
Moving like I do has its ups and downs. I like to take a week or so to move, making a trip or two a day to get things from one place to the next. It’s much less tiring, and I can recycle boxes, as I go. This keeps me unpacked as I go, and doesn’t give me the chance to let things pile up in towering stacks of boxes in the new place. On the flip side, it means that my stuff is in two different places for up to a week.
It’s a balancing game, really.
Moving the cats is always fun, too. I forget how much they hate getting in a moving car, how much more rapidly they tend to shed as I go down the road, and how godawfully annoying that scared and confused sound that comes out of their throats is.
It’s a good time to weed things out that you’ve let collect over the months or years. It’s also a really good time to clean things that don’t always get hit on the weekends — the backs of bookshelves, for instance, or the powerstrip that has collected cat hair behind the widescreen TV.
All this said, I’m ready to be done. I’ll finish up next Monday, the first day of my first vacation in quite some time. Cleaning the carpets, making sure all my stuff is out, returning the keys and making sure the utilities are off or out of my name. After that, it’s a week of catching up on DVDs and books, playing some XBox, writing a few short scripts — nothing out of the ordinary, except that, for the first time in two years, I’ll be doing all that in the comfort of an air-conditioned apartment.