Friday, March 20, 2012: If you like or even mildly enjoy moving, you are part sadist, because it truly is one of the most miserable experiences from beginning to end. I have some friends and family who lived in the same house for many years – some 20 plus years or more. They are the lucky ones, these long-term abode dwellers whose memory of moving is a far-off distant experience, most likely when they moved out of their parent’s home or college dorm room and didn’t have so darn so much “stuff.” Since I graduated from college many moons ago, I’ve moved about 14 times – yikes! – including three times in the last 10 or so years, getting rids of lots of “stuff” with each move.
So I thought moving my “stuff” out of my two-bedroom apartment into storage after getting rid of yet even more “stuff” would be a piece of cake. I was wrong. Dead wrong. Now I don’t need to get into the details about why moving is such a royal PITA, because I quite frankly would like to put it behind me. However, I will share a few things that happened with this move that made it extra not fun.
First, usually when you move, at least in my experience, it’s because you just got a new job you’re thrilled about or maybe you bought a new house. However, this time I had to move because I couldn’t afford the place any more and had no idea where I would be moving TO! So that makes all the fun that moving isn’t even more of a drag. I tried to sell some “stuff” to further de-stuff my stuff, but found it’s almost impossible to sell some things on Craig’s List without practically giving it away, such as a washer and dryer, a desk, etc.
Then a couple of days before moving, my cat Jenni started acting funky. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you know that my kitty Cinderella died a few months back. The night before Cinder passed away I remember thinking that if she didn’t seem better in the morning I would take her to the vet. It turns out I didn’t get that chance because Cinder girl passed away during the night. So when Jenni didn’t seem right, I wasn’t about to take any chances, and we made a mad dash to the Animal ER in the middle of the night, only to have to return to the vet a day later. It turns out it was some urinary tract issue that could have been brought on by the stress of moving. The vet doc gave her a couple shots, including one that would help keep her calm. I half jokingly asked if I could have one of those shots too please. I’m happy to report about a week later that Kit Kat Jenni seems just fine. Me – not so much.
So Jenni and I have been couch surfing with limited couch space available due to lots of people being allergic to cats or having other pets – yadda yadda yadda. I think some of my friends are worried I’ll sleep in my car, and as I’ve said to several of them – I wouldn’t tell you if I did.
But not too worry, so far we’re good, but then again you might want to re-read the previous paragraph 😉
Lisa, Talented and Professional Job Seeker