Moved
12 years ago
I've been trapped in an RV for 10 days with four people and four cats, then waited about an extra 4 days for us to get internet at our new house in Kentucky. I miss California already. I didn't get to say goodbye to just about anyone I knew there. Winter is actually cold now, and I haven't worn, much less purchased, jeans in over six years. There's mosquitoes to deal with, as evidenced by the constellation of bumps on my left leg (strangely, they're avoiding my right, tastes bad maybe?). The closest Starbucks is considerably farther away than for it to be anything more than a treat now. And I'll be going into detail about the movers in a moment, but they were terrible.
That said... I'm now within visiting range of my extended family (within a dozen miles of my mother's parents, even!),
kululu-xiao and 
gforce are much closer and it's actually plausible that I can go hang out with them sometime, my room is actually somewhat larger (and painted now, it's a kind of sunset yellow that I'll be expanding on a bit later), there's a Cracker Barrel within walking distance of our house (which I haven't had in years), I have a ready and willing tutor for lapidary and jewelry-making, and perhaps most importantly, there's a lock on my door, which means I feel much safer drawing.
The movers, however. For a short example, I found my own computer tower packed with the downstairs office's equipment and absolutely nothing that belonged with it, and then when I did find the rest of my computer, the box was entirely devoid of protective material. No bubble wrap or paper to be found. Thankfully all of it is unharmed, but still, this is like $300 or more worth of accessories, and it didn't even warrant a tissue down in there to keep my power strip from jamming itself through my monitor? And truly, that's not even the worst of it--we keep finding boxes marked "kitchen" filled with things that didn't belong in the kitchen, boxes previously used and labeled for other peoples' houses that we got for disposing of trash and recyclable paper were used for our house (and summarily mismanaged, they followed the directions on the boxes regardless of who wrote them and when...), my furniture was scattered everywhere, and since they brought a grand total of three people (one of them they hired off of Craigslist before they got here), half of our stuff just got dropped into the garage because they had been working since 9AM and it was nearly 12 hours later. Oh, and not a one of our beds was assembled or even in the right place. That was fun the first night. I know, first-world problems, but... seriously. This is our stuff, stuff that we take care of and protect, and you're basically just gonna stick your arm out and scrape it all off of our desks into a box with no protection? Ugh.
Anyways, short version: I'm on the other side of the country now. Again. And I can't find any of my stuff. But at least I'm happy!
That said... I'm now within visiting range of my extended family (within a dozen miles of my mother's parents, even!),
kululu-xiao and gforce are much closer and it's actually plausible that I can go hang out with them sometime, my room is actually somewhat larger (and painted now, it's a kind of sunset yellow that I'll be expanding on a bit later), there's a Cracker Barrel within walking distance of our house (which I haven't had in years), I have a ready and willing tutor for lapidary and jewelry-making, and perhaps most importantly, there's a lock on my door, which means I feel much safer drawing.The movers, however. For a short example, I found my own computer tower packed with the downstairs office's equipment and absolutely nothing that belonged with it, and then when I did find the rest of my computer, the box was entirely devoid of protective material. No bubble wrap or paper to be found. Thankfully all of it is unharmed, but still, this is like $300 or more worth of accessories, and it didn't even warrant a tissue down in there to keep my power strip from jamming itself through my monitor? And truly, that's not even the worst of it--we keep finding boxes marked "kitchen" filled with things that didn't belong in the kitchen, boxes previously used and labeled for other peoples' houses that we got for disposing of trash and recyclable paper were used for our house (and summarily mismanaged, they followed the directions on the boxes regardless of who wrote them and when...), my furniture was scattered everywhere, and since they brought a grand total of three people (one of them they hired off of Craigslist before they got here), half of our stuff just got dropped into the garage because they had been working since 9AM and it was nearly 12 hours later. Oh, and not a one of our beds was assembled or even in the right place. That was fun the first night. I know, first-world problems, but... seriously. This is our stuff, stuff that we take care of and protect, and you're basically just gonna stick your arm out and scrape it all off of our desks into a box with no protection? Ugh.
Anyways, short version: I'm on the other side of the country now. Again. And I can't find any of my stuff. But at least I'm happy!
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