divine angst

After a full day of boxing stuff up, I now actually feel like we’re moving this week. We have only a narrow strip of floor to walk on, foam peanuts and packing paper litters the floor in the kitchen, and I’m starting to get that edgy tummy feeling.

It’s always this way for the few days leading up to a move with me. I start to feel really crappy about moving, between getting nostalgic about the place we’re leaving and dreading having to get settled in the new place. And it’s not just about getting our stuff settled in. It’s more about me getting settled in–finding the neighborhood spots as well as learning the tricks about which outlets are switched and how best to arrange the clothes in the closet.

So I’m in that place right now. The next day and a half won’t be fun. But when I go home from work on Tuesday, I’ll be going home to a new place, and that’ll be really nice.^[1]

1. As stressed out as I am right now, too, I can’t imagine how much worse I’d be if we didn’t have a full month left to get everything out of the current place. The money guilt isn’t enough to make me regret that decision. ↩

My last offer of furniture here was incredibly successful–my coffee table and end table are now gone, to a reader. I’m glad the set goes to a good home; it’s good stuff, just doesn’t match the rest of our stuff any more.

In light of all that, I’m offering MORE furniture! If you live in my city or know someone else who does, I have bunches more stuff to sell (well, practically give away). We have a media bookcase that fits CDs and DVDs perfectly (and so is very slim in profile–handy!). We have some bookshelves. We have an old TV stand that’s perfectly serviceable, if inexpensive. And we have some wire shelving (purchased at The Container Store–the kind where you buy the poles and the shelves and then you put it all together yourself). Finally, we have a baker’s rack, which I LOVE, but for which there is no place in our new, open-floorplan apartment.

Can you tell I’ve got moving on my mind? I’ve been packing up the kitchen this morning, and it seems to be going well. The best part about packing up the kitchen this time is that we are not taking our dishes with us. We are getting NEW dishes, so I’m leaving the old ones here and will offer them to anyone who wants them, as well. (It’s good stuff, but a couple of the plates and bowls are chipped.)

OK, my break is over. Back to work!