September 13, 2008
Moving day was stressful, hectic, and in a weird way, kinda fun. I'm now ensconced in my new place, which, as the mover said, "Is nicer, but smaller" than the last. Cartons are piled to the ceiling in every room. The new bed came but assembly is required, so I'm on the new mattress on the floor until I have the energy to unbox and assemble (or find someone who will). In the meantime, I can't find the telephone so I went to the store and bought a new one. It will take 15 or so hours to charge. I am connected only by an unreliable cell phone--which I don't know how to operate all the time--and now I finally found my laptop and its connection, so I'm checking my email.
I like my new neighborhood but don't have the stamina to explore yet. Too much to unpack and remove. I had a message on my cell yesterday afternoon from Macy's deliveryman, "Since you're not home you'll have to call Customer Service to set up another delivery date." This, after waiting around for him to deliver a new sofa amidst the chaos! But never mind, it will be at least a week before that room is empty enough for a new sofa.
When I have time I'm going to post on "Stuff," meaning all the things in those boxes. How do we get to this place, I wonder, when the amount of stuff is overwhelming and the fact that you've kept so much of it for so many years that you don't know why you ever wanted it. I've got great stuff, I love it. But need it? Maybe, until it comes time to move again. I think I'll stay on here until they drag me out--but that's what I said at the last place.