The hassle of packing and moving a home is significant. But I guess never so burdensome that it deters me from doing it every couple of years.
Really. That is my average. About every 2 or 2.5 years, I move. Sometimes down the street, sometimes across country and sometimes to another continent.
And you might think I would live a spartan existence to make the moves simple. But that would be incorrect. I accumulate things along the way as most people do. Things that I think at the time will perhaps make my life more comfortable or enjoyable. And perhaps they do. But they must be stashed someplace and then packed and again unpacked.
But so it goes.
This week is very complicated. Movers came yesterday and that went smoothly. I need to stay with Terri for a couple of months until Melissa gets moved into Larry’s place–then I can move into her place. It’s a very nice house with a killer back patio and I am very lucky it is coming available. But in the meantime my things are in storage and I will be living from a suitcase.
And complicated life means I don’t sleep. Awake now, at 3:00am, for the 3rd night in a row.
I need to be at the office all day today and tomorrow. Today we will finish data conversions and start validations. SAP went down Thursday at 3:00. Sunday we should have MRI ready for smoke testing by 8:00pm or thereabouts. In between work I will finish tidying up the things that remain at my house. I need to get the artwork wrapped in bubble wrap and ready for transport. Clean out the refrigerator and freezer. Get my clothes packed.
House closing is sometime on Friday. I will have the motorcycle on the trailer on Thursday and leave it in the garage and ready to go. Friday after work I will bust home, hitch up the trailer and get out of dodge.
Thursday, Lisa is passing through from New York en route to Traverse City for a wedding, so I will have dinner with her. Bad timing but I haven’t seen her in 3 years or so.
Next week I have some introductory calls for my new job. So no rest for the weary. I am psyched about the remote work arrangement and semi-planning some significant time overseas working. Tentatively planning a 6-week stint in Spain from early October until just before T-Giving. But I want to wait until I officially start at Ferguson to book.
Life is a bit boring at the moment, which doesn’t please me. It’s not that I need constant motion, but when work is this busy I don’t have time to write or read or do other things. I don’t mind my work really–I just don’t like it when it is all consuming as it is these past few weeks. But one more week and then on to something new.
I’ve thrown in a few photos from the occasional night to slip out for a decent dinner or drink.
No other news of note.