Posts tagged moving
Not to be confused with Movember which is infinitely cooler (because it involves mustaches) than Move-ember which sucks (because it doesn’t involve mustaches.)
I can report that we have successfully moved me from my apartment in Westchester to Brooklyn. From the second Friday of November until now, I’ve been scrambling to gather my earthly possessions and migrate. I was tired, sick (for the second and third time this season) and overwhelmed by the shear amount of crap I have collected over the past two years. Our new apartment is considerably smaller than my old one in Westchester and will eventually not only house my crap but Adam’s crap as well. I think I will have to get inventive with where I hide store things.
This also meant that NaNoWriMo was also ruined yet again for me this year. I did reach my goal of writing more words than last year but that was not a difficult feat considering how pathetic last year’s entry was. On the advice of a friend, I’ll probably attempt a DecNoWriMo but who knows how that will go considering the amount of birthdays and holidays that sprinkle across the month.
In other news, while not crumbling into a million pieces from the exhaustion from moving, I managed to roll out Redmine 1.0.3 to my users at work with only minimal casualties. While Redmine is an alright task tracking tool, it is a beast and because it is open-source, it’s kind of terrible to upgrade from an old version to a recent version. Our PostgreSQL database had metamorphosed into an harry, horrible monster and I had to do a lot of inventive SQL queries and drop tables to get it to be more manageable.
Now the winter holidays are upon us. Hanukkah is a lot earlier than I anticipated, plus birthdays, and a trip to Pittsburgh for Christmas. I hope I can at least have a relaxing and fun New Year’s!
I hate moving.
Since the beginning of college, I’ve moved probably a dozen times between house moves with my family or moving back and forth from dormitories. This includes the process of deciding what crap to pack, throwing out crap I don’t need or don’t want anymore, the actual process of packing my crap, the physical moving of crap from one place to another, and then unpacking that crap, and figuring out where that piece of crap’s new home with be in the new location.
I DESPISE moving!
I’ve been in my current apartment for two years now and that’s by far the longest I’ve stayed in any one place for a very long time. That being said, I’m very eager to finally leave this place. My commute is a bit too long and being under the rule of a landlord isn’t exactly what I’d call ideal. It would also be a huge improvement to move to a place that gets an equal distribution of heat in all the rooms!
In preparation of the impending move, I’m beginning to mentally go over all of the items I’ve procured over the last few years. I could stand to do without some things; especially since Adam and I will be coming into the marriage with duplicate items like dressers and desks! I’m a little disheartened to part with my old wooden desk that matches my bedroom furniture, but I can’t see us having space in the new apartment for a desk that is mainly used for its drawer space.
In my lifelong quest to improve myself, as I’ve mentioned before, I’m an avid reader of blogs like LifeHacker. Today they posted a link to another blog outlining “Nine Quick Tips to Identify Clutter.” It’s good every once and a while (especially when moving!) to assess our material possessions and ask ourselves why we keep these things around?
I’m slightly envious of the minimalist home owners out there that are able to run their entire household on the very bare essentials. I’m a sentimental person and enjoy doing things like creating scrapbooks and am susceptible to holding on to mementos which in turn take up space. I also anthropomorphize objects easily which makes it hard to part with things, but that’s a problem unto itself.
O, to ye old couch, to whom I must leave by the roadside in the impending move to my new home in the city of Brooklyn, ye have served me well. Who is older than dirt and is certainly older than me, who was present in my parents’ home upon their purchase of their first house in Pennsylvania. Ye have been to many places, namely Pittsburgh, Cranberry, Hopkinton, Zelienope, and now Westchester, but your time with me is now over. For my fiancé has never loved you nor your brother, the love seat, you attract too much dog fur and neither of you are allowed in the new apartment. I have used ye as a kitchen table, a recliner, a bed, and of course a couch. Many nights after work I would collapse upon your worn, yet sturdy frame, exhausted and find your cloth welcoming. Where I usually park my rear is in the same spot I experienced my first kiss and that will not soon be forgotten. So to you! My couch, a drink to you! I will promise to try to not spill it on you when I go to take a sip.