It's Tuesday. The ex closes on Thursday. I cannot close until a week from today. The movers come tomorrow. Comcast comes on Thursday morning. My mortgage person and realtor are trying to get me a use of occupancy agreement so that I can move in earlier than the closing. I'm praying this will happen. I've spent the afternoon sweating and coughing, trying to finish up and organize things for the movers. A ridiculous thought really. There's no place to move. They are on their own. Fortunately, they are really good at this stuff, so I might just close my eyes and let them have their way with it all.
Wednesday now... the movers are here. I feel as though I should be helping. They are young and strapping men. They lift 4 or 5 boxes at a time. I want to take a million photos of them but I feel as though I'm being invasive. So instead I'm sitting on the couch documenting as they labor away carrying all my fragile junk down a flight of stairs, onto a dolly, down the street to load it onto the big truck. I think even they were surprised by the number of boxes.
I realize now that I've done a poor job of marking the boxes. I have no idea what's in them. Except for books, books, books, cookbooks, cookbooks, cookbooks, then fragile, fragile, fragile. I don't know where I'm going to tell them to put the stuff when it gets delivered.
I don't know what I'll do if I have to wait until Tuesday to move. I can't imagine getting settled and flying to Italy 2 days later. I don't want to come back to a mass of disorganization. I don't think I packed well enough. I don't think I labeled things well enough. I'm starting to hyperventilate.
Hours later and I know more now then I did before. I will definitely NOT being moving in prior to Tuesday. They will unload, store, and reload the truck. I would weep, but I'm too tired to produce tears. Too frustrated to produce tears. It just feels unfair. The one thing I can say is that this house is much more spacious and feels so much better than it did. Kind of.
I still have clothes to pack, food, a little bits of this and that. I'm in relatively good shape, I think. And I'm not talking about my personal self.
It's too bad all the good things fell into the same month. Getting a new house is like getting the biggest new toy ever. And you want to play with it a lot until you get it just right. Getting a new puppy is like having a baby. You want to play with it forever, but you also want it to sleep through the night. Going to Italy for the first time will probably be magical. Spending Halloween in San Francisco will probably also be magical but in a much different way.
I don't think I will be playing with my house too much for a long time. Now it's 9 PM. The seller isn't all that interested in letting me move in early or renting. So, it's a waiting game. I will try not to resent his decision because I know that is what he is advised to do. But this really stinks..
It's odd here. It's spacious. I like it. If I had decided early on to live here with nothing or only the perfect handful of things and 5 perfect outfits and two sets of jeans, would I have been happier? No. Too much to give up at once. Just like now. Dragging it all with me because I don't want to lose anymore than I've lost already. The waiting continues. As for the photos above, I would never arrange them like this, but this blog application is limited. I think I need to do more investigating.
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