Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray. Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it. – Bomb the Music Industry
Yeah yeah, one more California post. Not today though, my friends. My mind is too ruined. My upcoming move is nearly upon me and it’s taking a toll.
Moving is one of those incredibly taxing, seriously confusing times in life. On the one hand, it’s a major pain in the ass. You’ve got to box up all of your possessions. You have to come to terms with the amount of crap you’ve managed to amass. It’s the time when you have to shamefully admit to being a packrat, but still end up not throwing anything out.
On the other hand, it’s super exciting. My coworker mentioned a few months back that while it’s very hard to make more money, it’s much easier to save money by moving somewhere cheaper. After all, for every hundred you save on rent each month, it’s the equivalent of a $1,200 raise.
As excited as I am about saving a bunch of extra money, I think what he said has a broader meaning beyond the cash. While we often have limited choices in what jobs are available to us, we have comparatively massive control over where we decide to move. Essentially, moving is our best chance to redefine our life on a yearly basis.
Big changes are in store, by my own hand. Come this weekend, I’ll be living alone. I’ll be in an entirely new city. I won’t have a car for a while. I’ll be down the street from work. My paychecks will be up and my commute will be down. It’s all very exciting, but very different.
I’ve become used to having another human being around when I get home from work, even if I do possess a temperament more befitting of someone who lives alone. I’m certainly used to having my car tucked safely in a garage under the building, with all of the DMV quickly accessible by 395, 295, and the GW parkway. Sadly, I’m also used to spending 3 hours commuting and having 3/4 of my monthly salary already committed to rent, utilities, and other mandatory expenses. That bit is admittedly not great, but it’s become part of my life over the past year. Sometimes you just crave the comfort of having a home for more than 1 year over the excitement of moving. Thankfully, the necessity of my predicament forced me into a position where I’ve had to cope, so excitement has (for the most part) taken hold.
After spending the whole of Sunday and about 6 hours of yesterday packing, I’m almost done. I’m at the awkward stage now where I really want to just throw everything else in a box, but I sadly need a computer, clothing, and bathroom supplies for the next few days. For now, I’ll just have to content myself to clean and trip over boxes of crap until Friday morning.