Something in the way she moves
27 May 2008I’m moving Friday. It’s going to be hilarious (I hope). Or, it already has been, sort of– I’ve been enjoying my “coping” mechanisms from kind of a third party viewpoint a la “Isn’t it so interesting that instead of packing/ repainting the living room/ spackling the nail holes that are dotted all over this place, I’m choosing to buy shoes online or upload pictures to Facebook?” What can you do. I’ve decided that I can’t live without owning orange heels (this is a lie– EVERYone should be able to live without owning orange heels) and this has become a more pressing concern than not knowing what time my movers are showing up on Friday. I’ve grown a little weary of trying to explain my “logic” behind this to people who don’t live here, because there are two important sticking points that none of my Off The Island important people are internalizing: (1) Being in an apartment for 4 years here is like being in an apartment for 15 years somewhere else. Real estate dog years. I don’t know anyone else close to my age who hunkered down (is that the correct past tense? If not, it should be) this long in one place, and because of that, extracting myself from it is kind of difficult. Do you know how much crap I have? SO much crap. So many pirate themed things, so many turtle themed things, so many actual turtles. It’s out of control. (2) It’s gotten a little fun to watch the look of alarm that crosses the faces of adults when I tell them I don’t know where I’m going to live come August. (I’m going home to NJ for the 6 weeks surrounding Epic Road Trip 2008, which kicks off June 21– we almost have an itinerary for those of you who might be interested in joining us in Bryce Canyon National Park. Or in St Louis for a Mets game. Or in Dollywood. Etc. Etc.) “You can’t really start looking until July” has become my most frequently stated sentence, surpassing “the color printer is out of ink” at work and “PAY ATTENTION TO ME” with my family.
And so now, I will either call my movers and straighten this out, or I will take Cousin Erin up on her suggestion to watch The Mist. And why should I do that, Erin? “Because as you’re watching it you won’t be thinking about moving… all you’ll be thinking is “I can’t believe I’m watching the mist.”
5 Responses to “Something in the way she moves”
May 27th, 2008 at 9:56 am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRISTIN
May 27th, 2008 at 10:02 am
I’d love to catch the Cards/Mets game with you when you are in St. Louis. And, if you need a place to crash – let me know.
May 27th, 2008 at 10:41 am
The Mist is pretty cool although also somewhat upsetting.
I stayed in my previous apartment from Sept. ’02 – January ’07. So I totally get the degree of hunkering down. And the amount of dust that accumulates in places you didn’t really think of your apartment as having (though maybe you’re better about dusting than I am). I found the resulting tossage of many things I could not justify moving, though, to be oddly freeing.
May 27th, 2008 at 4:05 pm
in september i will have been at my place in the slope for five years. and i have no plans on leaving, ever. not until i afford to buy someplace, anyway.
May 27th, 2008 at 10:36 pm
I’ve been here for four years in August, and Ali will have been here for five in November. I can’t really believe it myself. Good luck with the packing and painting – the last time I was really procrastinating something (my thesis), I joined Facebook. And we’ve seen how well that turned out.