So sometime this evening I was kind of hanging around, thinking about printing and how I want to make some prints come out for tomorrow, and suddenly it occurred to me that in four days I am moving, and maybe I might want to think about what that might entail.
This morning I reserved a storage space; I need to go by the office and sign a contract sometime this week. I have a few boxes around the house, but as of now they are packed with books and stuff and I'm out of boxes. I don't have too much stuff here, but what I do have mostly, unfortunately, really does need to go home rather than to storage.
It's been a while since I last moved: almost two years since I moved in here in the first place, and of course moving in with Crazy, and before that, when we moved to Alameda four years ago. Funny how you forget simple things like "I might need to get some boxes to put this stuff into" and "it might be a good idea to sort through that four-foot tall pile of papers to make sure all of it really has to go home."
So the next few days will be total chaos here. Books on the floor, boxes stacked everywhere, and the growing pile of things to just get rid of by the door, which probably calls for a run to the landfill. Unlike the new neighbors who bought the frat house next door, I am not under the mistaken impression that you can just leave a huge pile of stuff on the curb and the city will generously scoop it up and take it away for you.
And now I should really do that printing, then to bed. Tomorrow is crit day.
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