I had meant to move this weekend just gone. I had arranged the truck, some friends to help and cleared away a space for my possessions in my new home.
Sadly, I didn't actually pack. Like Pope Urban VII, I expected the universe to move around me. I'm going to try to move again next week. Right now, all of my books, CDs, DVDs and odds-and-ends are all packed. Boxes are scattered on my floor like Biblical allusions in a Nick Cave song.
Instead of moving, I revamped my website, moved my professional blog and set up a feed that aggregates both blogs. Thanks to Huw and Mary for their help.
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moving makes me cry.
I'd say something about how you should have a moving party and co opt the help of friends, but: don't. Just move yourself already. And then have a housewarming.
I told the real estate agent and the nice young woman who liked the place that I'll be moving this weekend.
I'm looking forward to having it over and done with.
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