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I've survived the move, but what a journey. ::sighs:: Here's an abridged account, even if it's only for my own memory.
So, after I shut down the computer on November 9, the moving guys came. Despite working through the night, all I had succeeded in doing was excavating more garbage, though I did accumulate a large gift bag's worth of what I was calling my "filing cabinet". Yeah, sure. So the moving guys ended up doing an amazingly fast packing job of fiddly things. Still, I had to leave the clothes and jewellery for the moment at the old place.
Church-John was along for the roller coaster ride and he drove me over to my new "cottage" in the East end of town. Well, that's what it feels and looks like. It's rather huge (what a relief after living in one room), though I know I'll need to buy more lamps (what with the being blind thing). As M (the owner) couldn't wait until the truck arrived, she left the key for my abode in the milk box. Hee – talk about feeling secure in the neighbourhood. Oh, it was nice to see that she had added a few items: incidental tables, two chairs and lamps. And there was a good space heater next to the real wood-burning (but not functioning) fireplace. The movers put the bed where I wanted it, right under the bookcase headboard – neat. Everything else just went ... anywhere. It's going to be horrible unpacking.
After they'd gone, C-J took me shopping to a supermarket, so I could have some food. And then I was all alone in my cottage. Even though it was still early, my body and mind were exhausted. The time change hadn't helped either. So, after struggling to put fresh linens on, I went to bed around 9. And slept well. Is it any wonder, what with the staying up all night and all the stress and uncertainty accumulating for several weeks? I think not.
So, after I shut down the computer on November 9, the moving guys came. Despite working through the night, all I had succeeded in doing was excavating more garbage, though I did accumulate a large gift bag's worth of what I was calling my "filing cabinet". Yeah, sure. So the moving guys ended up doing an amazingly fast packing job of fiddly things. Still, I had to leave the clothes and jewellery for the moment at the old place.
Church-John was along for the roller coaster ride and he drove me over to my new "cottage" in the East end of town. Well, that's what it feels and looks like. It's rather huge (what a relief after living in one room), though I know I'll need to buy more lamps (what with the being blind thing). As M (the owner) couldn't wait until the truck arrived, she left the key for my abode in the milk box. Hee – talk about feeling secure in the neighbourhood. Oh, it was nice to see that she had added a few items: incidental tables, two chairs and lamps. And there was a good space heater next to the real wood-burning (but not functioning) fireplace. The movers put the bed where I wanted it, right under the bookcase headboard – neat. Everything else just went ... anywhere. It's going to be horrible unpacking.
After they'd gone, C-J took me shopping to a supermarket, so I could have some food. And then I was all alone in my cottage. Even though it was still early, my body and mind were exhausted. The time change hadn't helped either. So, after struggling to put fresh linens on, I went to bed around 9. And slept well. Is it any wonder, what with the staying up all night and all the stress and uncertainty accumulating for several weeks? I think not.
