Saturday, June 02, 2012

moving sucks

There's just no other way to say that, moving sucks.  I'm not good at this.  It takes me WAY too long to pack up, and I don't know why other than I'm trying to organize things BEFORE I get there because there  is so little space available I have to be really selective.  Thank goodness it's "close enough" (185 miles) that it's not all THAT big of a deal to drive up and back, and since I'm going to be around Wilton a lot anyway (like next week, because I have to fly out to a show) there are a lot of things I didn't even bother to load in the trailer tonight... fragile stuff that will just be in the way right now, and can totally just go in my car next time I'm heading north.  Winter coats, warm boots... won't need those for a while!

So despite my best intentions to get ALL my stuff packed and the house totally cleaned and Mom's furniture totally rearranged... that definitely did not happen... at least not yet.  It's a disaster in here.  I'll have to deal with it next week.

I have to give a huge shout out to my amazing friend Wendy, who is a lifesaver (not the candy) and who I could not do this without.  Not only did she haul my round pen panels up there a few months ago, and my horse last week, but she's taking my furniture tomorrow.  There are not enough baked goods and art in the world to thank her for all this... but I'm trying.  :-)  And I'm incredibly grateful.

And while I'm at it, I have to give a huge shout out to Jen and Don, for building the loft above the barn, and making it mind-bogglingly awesome, and inviting me to come live with them.  I feel like I don't deserve that, and I'm never really sure what to say and it usually comes out wrong but I know they'll read this here so you guys...  I can't possibly ever thank you enough, I don't even have the words, but you are truly amazing friends...  I hope I don't drive you crazy.  :-)

Anyway, the furniture and most of the "stuff" is going up tomorrow, as are the peafowl.  I caught them tonight and it was incredibly traumatic and horrible, I don't ever want to do that again.  I've spent a long time making friends with them and earning their trust and I hope they forgive me for it.

This is the start of the in-between period, where I'm going to probably feel lost and like I don't really live anywhere.  I likely will not actually be sleeping up in the loft for a little while yet, I'll still be camped out in the guest room of the big house.  Most of my belongings are packed, except for the things I didn't get to, the things I might need for Blade Show (oh yeah, talk about bad timing!) and whatever else I forgot.  And all the chickens, they'll probably be here another month.

So yes, I'll be back, probably fairly often in the next month or two, and less often as time goes on.  In fact I'll be back in a few days, and then a week after that, and then who knows.  And all you doubters and nay-sayers out there, I understand you.  I've had my moments of feeling like I'm making a huge mistake, feeling like I'm about to barf, and wondering what the heck I've gotten myself into.  And then I stop and think about a few months from now, all settled, in the routine, getting work done... ah yes.  It will be good.  I'm just having a tough time with the right now part, and I'm told it's normal to question one's own ability to survive in the world, right?  So be nice, give me some enthusiasm and some faith, goodness knows I could use it right now.  I'm not good at this.  I don't know how people do this.  And I can't for the life of me understand how it is that I don't remember the last time I moved.  How on earth could I forget??  I know this won't be the last time I move but by golly I won't be doing this again any time soon!

To my friends here, don't forget me.  We can still do lunches, and breakfasts, and ice cream, and doggie dates, and dinner... it'll just take some planning.  :-)

Well, okay, I have to get up in a few hours, so I'd better stop.

By the way, I always thought I didn't have much "stuff"... until I had to pack it up.  OMG.


Unknown said...

Moving does suck! I feel your pain. We've moved three times in the last 14 months...with more to come. Wish I could have been in CA to help you move! (We're getting a system down...don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.) We got to Colorado a couple of weeks ago and temporarily moved in with my in-laws, and since then I've also been in an "I don't really feel like I live anywhere" period.

I'd love to come visit you in your new place. It looks and sounds awesome. And I'm sure it will feel great to have your own space. As stressful as it is right now, I'm telling myself as much as I'm telling you: trust in yourself, look ever forward, and fully embrace the journey ahead. :)

Jan Blawat said...

I can see a lot of positives, and I'm a career pessimist. You won't have Angus to walk with, but if you walk down to the gate and back once a day you'll stay in great shape. You have a marvelous selection of animals to take on a walk. You sure to learn a lot about building things just by working with Don and Jen. You'll have more people to bake for. Or maybe not, since you were baking for half of Wilton. Let's say you'll have new people to bake for. If Mt. Lassen ever erupts, you'll have a front seat view. OK, that's bordering on pessimistic. I'll stop while I'm ahead.

Anonymous said...

I FEEL YOUR PAIN! My life has been in boxes for the last several weeks as I prepare for my move. YUCK! -BMc.