8.31.2005

Caution: Unstable Load

Since my first post, I've been meaning to continue blogging in a spontaneous and fun manner but have barely managed to get to work on time and remember to put on deodorant before I head out the door.

Truthfully, I even forgot the deodorant this morning. Ick.

Why this poor managing of my health? Well, I am currently in a state of upheaval. I have done something rather exciting and nerve-wracking. I moved out of my apartment in Glendale of 2 1/2 years and moved in with my boyfriend, Mike. I knew this would be a difficult process- the physical move, not the mental transition between living with a friend to living with a lover. But why I didn't see the stress, trauma, and physical pain of this monstrous thing and plan better...I don't know. I think we were just so rushed with the whole month that the actual planning of the Moving Day became secondary to our daily antics.

Due to our unfortunate un-planning, our Moving Day (this past Sunday) has become Moving Week. It's now Wed. and I still have a trunkful of stuff in my car ready to be hauled up three flights of stairs tonight after work. I am so excited.

What I have learned from this experience, in no particular order:

-I have a lot of crap.
-Mike has a lot of crap.
-Together, we have what some may term a "buttload" of crap.
-Traveling easels are not so easy to travel with, nor are they particularly friendly to shins that may be in the vicinity when they decide to fall apart.
- Metal drafting tables made in the 60's should be outlawed.
- Cardboard makes my fingers breakout in blisters.
- Moving in the middle of August when it's 103 degrees in the shade is probably not what you want to do on your day off. Try taking a dip in the pool instead.
- Water is the nectar of the gods no matter what anyone tries to tell you.
- When you have great friends, they'll do the darndest things like move your junk in the dead heat of summer without asking why you need such an extensive collection of art house books.

But most importantly what I've learned over the past few days is this:
love heals all wounds.

This too shall pass, and the great things to come in the future will make it worth the while.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why DO you need such an extensive collection of art house books, anyway?? ;-P

Anonymous said...

I think we've also learned that when people have "buttloads" of crap, a truck is an absolute necessity :)

Anonymous said...

It's nice to know what's up.