eRamblings

MOM boxes = morning of moving boxes

This is where my mother tells me every day, twice a day, to make sure I pack my morning of box so that I know where to find the coffee machine and all my other necessities.

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Izabel is scared. I can see it. She runs to me about every ten minutes and gives me kisses (where she reaches up and touches her nose to my mouth, smelling my breath) and then stands there not knowing what to do with herself. She eventually retreats back to her one spot on the bed.  But I can tell she doesn’t know what to do or where to go. Tuesday, on the other hand, is psychotically making circles round the apartment. She runs at top speed knocking stuff over and hitting the walls meowing as she goes. Not sure if it’s nerves or just thrilled to have some space to run.

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I am literally shoulder deep in boxes. In the past two days I have packed up my kitchen, living room, office and dining room. Just finished the bathroom, minus the shower curtain and towels. Tonight I will be breaking down the closet and drawers while washing the sheets. And tomorrow I have the morning to finish it all.

Holy crap I don’t know how I’ll be ready.

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I’ve reached the point where I am ready to just start throwing crap in boxes. There is all this random stuff left and I am not sure how to organize it. The annoyed what the hell do I do with non-organized stuff usually throws it out, but I think tossing it in a box and writing misc on it should be good enough for now.

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It’s the morning of and I was driving home this morning to make coffee and realized that though I remembered to not pack the coffee machine, I packed every single one of my coffee mugs. (refer back to beginning of this post - mom boxes). I pulled into the nearest gas station and grabbed some coffee and donuts. As I was pouring in cream and sugar I noticed they have flavors, so I treated myself to raspberry flavor shots in my coffee. I gotta say I may be investing in flavor bottles just to spice up my decaf coffee. I can’t seem to find the Ghiradelli chocolate coffee I love so much. I have settled on Dunkin Donuts, but it isn’t flavored with chocolate or anything. I didn’t like the idea of buying flavors to pour in my coffee simply because I am spending more money, but it is nice to have the taste.

So here I am sitting in front of my desk, crunching the box underneath me, drinking my coffee and eating my donuts. Outside of the music I am playing it is very peaceful. I am relishing this because I know in about four hours my dad will be coming over to oversee the process.  When he wants something done he is a commander. That’s why I like it. Things get done, but once he gets here there will be no silence until the move is over. Again, why I like it. But for just a little while I am going to breathe. Sitting here drinking my coffee - the donuts are gone.

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Song of the day - here. (#4)

The other day I woke up with a small headache and didn’t think much of it. With allergies being kind of crazy lately it isn’t something new for me. As I was getting ready for work I realized it really was a headache and so I took some aspirin, but an hour or so after I got to work it was a full blown migraine. I couldn’t see very well, my equilibrium was way off and I felt sick to my stomach among the other standard headache symptoms.  I went home and passed out for four hours, but when I woke up it was still there in the back of my head.  I got up and ate some food then slept again for about eight hours, but even then it was still there. It finally seemed to lessen when I officially woke up the next morning almost twenty hours later. I couldn’t believe it.

The migraine had come on so fast and it had stayed with me longer than I remember ever having one.

Now days later, I still feel as if I have a headache just lingering. I am concerned that it could turn into a migraine at any moment, but have been really light on the medication.

I am guessing if it isn’t allergy it could very well be a bit of stress. I have been feeling a strain with all that is going on in my life right now which is completely ironic because it is all good stuff, but I think the change alone has me miffed.

In about ten days I will be moving into my new apartment - finally for all the people asking if I have moved yet. I unofficially accepted an offer at my second job for full time employment I am just waiting for the offer in writing to give my two weeks at my first job.

Though these don’t seem like much to me they are huge, so many factors and so many possibilities of different outcomes. Mix that with the fact that I have been working sixty hour weeks and I am a bit overwhelmed. (and just a bit of a tid bit - I started keeping a toothbrush at Raindrop’s house last week)

I will have three days to pack all my stuff and one day to move it then a day to unpack and a day to clean the old place. I am pretty sure it is more than enough time to do it, but I keep wondering if I have enough boxes, if I will pack well enough, will I have enough people to make it easy, what about all the heavy items - and the worries just go on.

And as far as the new job go, with my apartment stretching my budget a bit I am trying not to focus on the fact that I hope I am good enough to keep my job. A friend of our family just signed on a new house and she has just lost her job. Holy cow, does that frighten me. Not to  mention just being new at a place gives me the willies. Not that I am not used to it being that we often moved while a I was a child.

It’s just this change thing.

I like change, just not at first. At first I fight it. I try to ignore it. Then one day I wake up and it is the norm and all is well. I know this. But it doesn’t seem to be making it easier.

Ever since I can remember I have romanticized New England (ie: Connecticut). It looks so incredibly wonderful in movies, pictures and just about every where else. I love the magazine Cottage Living. The homes are incredible. I watch the travel channel and get psyched when they program about New England homes. I am not afraid of snow, but then again I haven’t really had to deal with it all that much; not a New England type of snow. I love the large thick trees and the beautiful changing leaves. It would be great to get some real culture - some history. The closest I have come to visiting the East Coast is Florida or maybe Minnesota, but neither of those are close. I have never been nor do I know much more than I have seen or read. Whenever I mention to people that I would love to live in CT, PA, RI or MA they all say, “You know it’s cold right?” Uhm, thanks I hadn’t realized that.

And certainly now is the best time ever to move cross country, if ever. Yet, I have been talking about doing this for years now. It would be so crazy for me to move all by myself. I wouldn’t know anyone or anything about the area. But I’m not shy and I seem to make friends easily - sort of. I am 30 years old and have only stayed in a hotel room by myself once. Whenever I do something like this I go with people or have help. I usually try to have some sort of life line. If I moved all the way over to the East I wouldn’t have one. I am realizing just how spoiled I am; how protected I have been.

There’s this guy at work who is from Bulgaria. He moved to America when he was 40; all by himself. He just got on a boat, came over here without knowing a lick of English. (at least I can speak the language) He then chose to go out of his comfort zone and move to the West where he would be forced to learn English whereas if he stayed in the East he would continue to inhabit around his people. I can’t even imagine.

So please tell me, if you live anywhere in or near (or have visited) New England please let me know where you recommend I relocate. Let me have it - the good, the bad, the ugly.

My dad was telling me I should write a post on the moving into an apartment and the funny things I deal with. Quirky things we were laughing about last night while trying to put together the bedroom set while being incredibly punchy.

The good news: It is quiet

The bad news: It is only quiet until your neighbors move in

The good news: It is small

The bad news: It is small

The good news: I have a designated parking spot

The bad news: All the stupid people parking around me don’t

The good news: I wash my dishes whenever I want

The bad news: I wash my dishes whenever I don’t want

The good news: I can see in my neighbors windows

The bad news: They can see in mine

The good news: I can play my music as loud as I want

The bad news: So can my neighbors

The good news: Everything is fresh and clean

The bad news: It doesn’t last

The good news: You find out who your real friends are

The bad news: You find out who your real friends are

The good news: Being on the second floor feels safer

The bad news: Being on the second floor requires a lot more work

On the flip side -

The bad news: It can be very lonely

The good news: Up until your neighbors throw a party on the front porch at 4am

And now that the juices are flowing I plan to add to this. can you?