Everything’s started happening a little too fast now – because of the way the scheduling works out I’m picking up the keys to the new place on Saturday, and some nice people in a big truck are coming to Sunnyvale on Sunday to move all my stuff up to SF.
I was originally planning on picking up the keys on the 11th, and moving my stuff a week later on the 18th – more breathing room, chance to smooth out problems etc. But oh no.
Luckily I started packing before Christmas, putting books and other things I could live without for a while into boxes. But now it’s crunch time, and I’m realising that this time last year I didn’t have a desk or a bed or a TV or kitchen appliances, or half the cookware I’ve managed to aquire, or a bike… the list goes on.
It’s a long time since I had to move – London to Sunnyvale didn’t count somehow, because a Relo company came and swept everything into boxes with breathtaking efficiency, delivering it with equal efficiency a few days after I got this apartment.
So I’m only just now remembering how sneaky “stuff” is.
I swear that, whenever you move house, your belongings conspire to double in volume for the duration of the move.
I think everything’s slowly coming under control. I have no idea how I’m going to sensibly move my clothes, and I still have to carefully pack all my glassware and mugs (which will be tedious), but apart from that everything’s more-or-less neatly boxed-up and ready to go.
Nevertheless, the next few days are going to be stressful, and I really cannot wait until my vast mountains of stuff are in the new apartment, and I can unpack everything so that it magically shrinks again.
Roll on Sunday…