I am but mad north-northwest, or actually any direction in which I have to make yet another damn cross-country move.
Seriously. I counted, and I have moved five times in the last twelve months. It is FUCKING CRAZY.
Right now I am bleaching the shower. I have to do this every time I move, because I am basically a big reddish pink contaminant, and lately I keep getting these unbelievably bitchtastic landlords as if to punish me for the SAINTLY landlord I had for two years in Madison (Bruce at SRM; he is awesome).
A friend is giving me a ride to the airport tomorrow, thank god; I spent today running around doing last-minute errands–like shipping my bike, which as it turned out really shouldn’t have been a last-minute errand, but it’s done.*
So: I fly to San Francisco tomorrow. It’s a direct flight, which I guess is sort of nice, except it means I’m in the air for six hours and I don’t have an aisle seat and I have to get up every 45 minutes or so for a little turn around the cabin, lest I get a blood clot and die. The last time I tried to use this little factoid to maneuver the old guy in the aisle seat into switching with me, he just made a face at me and told me to get over myself. So at least I didn’t have to feel bad about making him get up every 45 minutes.
I will be wearing my anti-clotting prescription pantyhose, and taking aspirin, and possibly drinking heavily. I picked up four trashy paperback thrillers at the library sale table today for a grand total of $1,** so at least I don’t have to pay airport bookstore prices like I did on the way back from Chicago***–$35 I paid for TWO BOOKS, although I admit one of them was a hardback. It was the only thing that looked good to me. The books from the library sale should be better than staring at the back of a fellow passenger’s head for six hours, anyway.
Then a friend is picking me up at the SF airport, and I’m hanging out with her and her fiance (with whom I went to junior high, so I actually knew him first) over the weekend, and heading down to Palo Alto on Monday, where I have a motel room for the four nights until I can move into the room I’m renting in Mountain View. I start work on Tuesday. Oh, this whirlwind life I lead.
So you can understand why I may well not post for another ten days. But eventually there will be pictures of the Bay Area to make up for it.****
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*Let’s just say it’s probably a good thing I was wearing that wonder bra when I set out to talk the bike shop guy into packing my bike in an afternoon instead of, like, three days.
**I was at the library to pay my fine before leaving Boston. I know, I am such a goody two-shoes.
***More on this later. Or possibly not. I kind of come out looking mentally deficient in this story.
****And also of my empty Boston apartment, in case at any point in the future I need evidence that I did not, in fact, wreck the joint.
May 25th, 2007 at 9:18 pm
Gods, i hate moving. From january 1999 to april 2003 i went thru’ 9 major moves, not including all the minor moves Andy and i went thru’ as we moved his stuff from Portland to Seattle piecemeal. And that’s NOT counting the spring break i helped the bookstore at my college move from one location to another (and i mean *helped* — we carried a lot of that shit to/from the vans ourselves, no moving company), or the time i helped move them back into the original building after the renovation, or the time i had to pack up the office TWICE when Cornish College moved 1st to a temporary location and then, a month later, moved to the final location in the new building.
In short, moving sucks. You have my wholehearted sympathy.
May 29th, 2007 at 10:03 am
So are you ever coming back to Madison? I’m thinking of adopting your Human Blood crate for good.
May 29th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
I am seriously considering not ever moving again, ever, since we still haven’t totally sorted out all our stuff from moving here (nearly a year ago) and J still can’t find half his T-shirts.
I gather you’ve got there now - hope you’re not too frayed!