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Mini Rant VII — Moving, Part II

Moving Van

by Marko Peric

As I wrote , I moved recently. For those of you who haven't moved for a while, or maybe not at all, I assure you that it's not fun. I'm not talking a "cutting the grass" sort of not fun, or even a "dragging heavy stuff to the curb on trash day" not fun. It's a "dropped an iron on my foot" variety of not fun. Not something you want to be doing on a regular basis, unless you're into masochism. I don't plan on moving again for a while.

If you're wondering how my move went, or even if you're not, here's a brief recap. Actually, I don't feel like doing a recap, so here is a sum up. I had enough boxes, I even ended up with one or two left over, probably because I didn't bother moving all my stuff on the one day. When you're only moving a mile or two and no one is moving into where you were, that's a good way too keep the box count down. I was able to get my cat-5 network cable down to the basement where the cable Internet hookup was, and yes, I had to use my drill. This is a good thing, both because I have broadband Internet upstairs and because I used my drill.

I got a new bookcase, and I put it together while watching Executive Decision on TBS Superstation (that's actually a good way to watch that movie, I found). I even put most of my books on it. And I hung some art on the wall, and put my clothes in the closet, even my ties — all my ties, which is a lot of ties (including a contraband Chinese Calvin and Hobbes tie, a Looney Toons tie, and a naked Homer Simpson tie that I don't think I've actually worn yet, although it is a rather cool tie, but it's just not appropriate for work).

So even though I'm moved in and reasonably settled, it's still rather odd. I live here now, not where I lived before. Doesn't really feel like home yet. I remember the last time I moved, it took several months before it felt like I was home. Sooner or later my new place will feel like home, but it's a strange feeling not being at home, but not having a home to go to. I guess this means I'd make a really terrible gypsy.

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