I'm currently in the process of moving. For some people
this is no huge deal. According to statistics roughly 10 percent of Canada's
population moves every year (not the same 10 percent every year, of course).
That number rises to 19 percent in the United States. Using those numbers
that means this time next year three million Canadians and 50 million
Americans will have a different address than they do now. That's a lot
of people moving.
But this isn't about all these other people. This
is about me. I haven't moved in a long time. Over a decade, actually.
I'm not a mover or a shaker (or a smoker or a midnight toker, although
I am a bit of a joker, if you're counting) and I don't particularly want
to move, but it was inevitable. And it was time. I've been here long enough,
it's time to move.
Now that I've actually started the moving process I wonder
why other people bother moving as often as they do. It's not much fun
at all and it brings more headaches than one would think. One lesson I've
learned already is that you can never have enough boxes. Seriously, you
don't know how much stuff a box holds until you fill four boxes and realize
that you've only packed the books and the DVDs. I guess I have too much
I also didn't realize how expensive moving can be. I thought
my bank account was in pretty good shape, but I checked my balance online
just now, and the hemorrhage is disturbing. And I still need to buy a
new bookcase and some other odds and ends, so the bank isn't done bleeding
It takes a while to sink in that a few days from now I won't
be coming back here, won't be sleeping in the same bed, won't be eating
at the same table, but you get the picture. What really made it hit home
today was when I went to pick up a key to the new place, and low and behold
there was mail waiting for me. The Visa bill. The bank doesn't waste any
time updating its records.
It's time to end this disjointed rant now, and turn in.
I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I'm still not sure how I'm
going to get category-5 network cable down to the basement in the new
place so I can get broadband Internet on the second floor. I'm pretty
sure it will involve using my
drill, though. . .