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I'm convinced that every time I move, the objects in my house get bewitched. Books seem to copulate and reproduce. Socks return from their exile to meet up with their mates again. An entire sleeping bag that I thought was lost or left behind suddenly appears in a closet. And every little thing for which a new home must be found or which must be packed in a box and shipped to another home far away grows teeth and sneers at me every time I pass it.
Yes, I think my apartment is turning against me. I believe there is a script in here somewhere for a horror movie, if only one can find it.
This might my cue to run for the basement where I will, of course, be fed to my own food processor by walking bookshelves or tossed in the dryer and whooshed away to the land of missing socks.
Come to think of it, this might be preferable to packing.
Posted by Bush Whacker at August 12, 2003 05:35 PMthe thing about packing that i hate
is that you inevitibly find out
how filthy dirty you really are
-bluegirl
Posted by: bluegirl on August 17, 2003 02:33 PMGood luck with the moving stuff and in your new location. I hope you blog a little every now and then from there. :-)
Posted by: Stephanie on August 19, 2003 08:15 PMBooks....books everywhere. We had the same issue when it came time to move. Steph suggested getting rid of some. I'm fairly sure my expression in reaction to the idea was a mixture of incredulity and that pitying look one gives someone who is obviously insane.
Posted by: Annette on August 19, 2003 08:21 PMThe thing is, Annette, I also don't have nearly as many books as I would like to have! I'm reminded of Erasmus: "When I have a little money, I buy books. If I have any left, I buy clothes and food."
And yes, Steph, I do plan to be blogging much more than I have been of late after I arrive and get set up in New Jersey.
Please do let me know if either of you is in the NY area!
Posted by: Bush Whacker on August 20, 2003 08:21 AMI've lived in the same place for 14 years now. But in 99, when I became single, I deciced to "move in" my own house; possess it, make it look mine. So I took 8.5 years worth of stuff accumulated between the ex and I, and packed my van... one, twice, three times, and on, and on... The Salvation Army didn't know where to put it all! I would go at night time, just to make sure I could leave everything without problem. The funny thing is... I kept finding more stuff to get rid of. I have NO idea where it all could fit before "I" finally moved in... and "it" moved out...
Posted by: Poupoune on August 21, 2003 08:41 PM