10 posts tagged “moving”
- In the Sci-Fi original movie, Ogre, which I watched recently, I could not get past the fact that the ogre wore a loin cloth. Where would he have gotten clothing?
- I don't think I have seen a more disgusting commercial than the one for some cleaning product where the woman cleans her kitchen with a raw chicken. (To demonstrate what you are doing if you reuse a dirty sponge). The commercial makes me gag and I honestly have no idea what product it is for. Great marketing.
- The Tigers were on ESPN today. I watched the Cubs over the weekend. Spring training is good for me, too, because I need to relearn the sound of a hit that is a fly out and the sound of one that is a home run. Otherwise I say "Yay!" right before the opposing outfielder catches it.
- Would you rather live somewhere that was always sunny, but never got above 40 degrees or somewhere that was always above 65 degrees but was always cloudy? More and more I think I would choose the first one.
- When I moved here in August 2006, I didn't have a land line. When I needed to add one in November 2006 for work, I couldn't find my cordless phone/answering machine. Well, actually I couldn't find the main part, but I did find second handset, which is useless without the main part. I bought a cheap ($15) phone in its place. Yesterday, I was searching through a big pile of bags/luggage in the closet looking for a bigger duffel bag and guess what I found in one of the bags? WHO PACKS A PHONE IN A DUFFEL BAG WHICH IS PACKED IN A SUITCASE??? Well, me, apparently.
At this time of the year, there are lots of articles and television specials about the past year, which name the best, the the worst, or the most interesting events. This has gotten me thinking about this year from my perspective. It was quite a year, with a lot of changes. Below is one post per month, what I deem to be the biggest event of each month (or at least the most interesting post). Please check them out so you can get an appreciation for why this was the most exciting (and exhausting) year I have ever had.
We had car problems.
We climbed 680 steps to the top of Oakbrook Tower.
I broke a tooth (post includes picture!)
I recorded a podcast while running the Shamrock Shuffle 8k.
We spent Memorial Day weekend biking Lakeshore Drive, going to a chocolate festival, and visiting Milwaukee.
We had more car problems.
I had a scary wedding dream.
We moved to suburbs, after I had lived in the city for six years. It was hard to say goodbye.
We got married.
We went to Hawaii.
We adopted Jiblets Kitty Pie.
I contemplated how much cats are like children.
So what will 2007 bring? We are going to be staying in the same apartment, because I told Prince E I cannot move again until I forget the pain the last move caused. The pain still lingers, so we aren't going anywhere. I am hoping to start doing podcasts again, if only for my own benefit (and my mom who is a devoted fan). Every year since I was about seven, I have had the same New Year's resolution: Don't worry so much. I really doubt I will ever be able to keep that one, but I do hope that I will learn how to relax a little more in the upcoming year. I want to start running again, which is easier said than done. We are planning a spring trip to Washington DC. I would like to try to start saving money for a house, but I have a spending problem. Overall, though, I just hope that 2007, the year in which I shall turn 30, is a happy year for me, the Prince, and the kitties.
Kitchen unpacked!
What's your cell phone's ringtone? What made you pick it?
Typically I keep my phone on vibrate so as not to annoy other people when someone calls me. However, when it is not on vibrate, it plays "The Victors," which is the University of Michigan fight song. I picked it because, as John Philip Sousa once said, it is the greatest fight song ever written.
By the way, I lost my cell phone during my move on Friday. Luckily, some nice person found it and turned it into the rental office at my new complex. They said they found it in the parking lot. I looked all over that lot, however, which leads me to believe that someone found it and then took it. When they tried to use it but could not, because I had suspended service, I think they left it back in the parking lot. Then a (nicer) second person found it and turned it in.
last chicago supper
To save money (and time), I started cutting Prince E's hair a few months ago. He bought a very cheap (I think $10) clipper set and I quickly got the hang of it. He keeps his hair very short. I had routinely used the shortest guard available (1/8"). Last night I wanted to cut it one last time before the move, so he would be cooler as we move in the 90 degree temps and also so that I would not subject our brand new apartment to his hair remnants, at least for a couple of weeks.
As I was cutting it last night, it felt different. I asked him to inspect the clipper, but everything seemed okay. Then, it happened. The guard slipped while I was cutting and left a big chunk of his hair missing! Without the guard, the hair is cut very very very short. Think military length; then go a little shorter than that. He is not bald, there is still some hair there, but it is like the length of sandpaper (and feels a little like it too).
At least now he will be very cool while we are moving, right? And the rate at which his hair grows, he will need another cut in two weeks anyway.
In preparation for the move, my fridge now looks like this:
In contrast, just a few days ago it looked like this:
This was Simba Kitty's attitude regarding packing:
However, he rather enjoys the resulting box tower:
Who needs to spend hundreds of dollars on a fancy cat jungle gym?
I am moving to the suburbs in less than three weeks. I have not yet started actual packing. I think I am not mentally ready to move out of the city. In some way, I see suburban living as an end to my young and wild days, although I have not had young and wild days in several years. Maybe I thought they would return at some point, but now I am realizing that they are gone forever.
It is not as though I want to be the younger version of myself again. I can do without the hangovers, the insecurity, the loneliness, the use of alcohol to mask (or remove) my shyness. I am happy with the life that I have now, secure in the fact that I am loved and that I am doing work that is having a good (but small) impact on the world.
As I was sorting through boxes today, trying to decide what to throw out, what to donate, and what to keep, I was struck by how much of my youth I am still clinging to. I am not talking about photographs or diaries (those I will never part with), but rather shirts for "clubbin'", knickknacks that someone gave me in college (although I cannot remember who or why I have hung onto it for so long), receipts, and old birthday cards. There is something to be said for mementos and I am a big proponent of keeping reminders of personal history, but that does not explain why I have held on to so much junk (why do I need to save a receipt for a bottle of water, just because I bought it in another country?). It feels good to get rid of it all.
I know that this move will be a great thing for Prince E (my fiance) and me. I will get to see him an extra two hours per night, which is great, especially considering I only see him about three hours per night now. We will have more space and that will be better for all of us (simba kitty included). I will still be working in the city, so I will not really be missing out completely on the urban experience. Part of me, however, sees this move as the inevitable shift from young adulthood to adulthood. I am not sure I am ready to let go of the "young."
