There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
And that’s it. Eventually God will bring everything that we do out into the open and judge it according to its hidden intent, whether it’s good or evil.
Today we packed the U-Haul.
That statement also means that we:
- Obtained the U-Haul (after I walked Gary over to the nearest Starbucks so he could get his morning java)
- Decided not to get any insurance (so we really have to not hit anything)
- Fitted 62 of the 63 boxes into the U-Haul (and almost immediately began noticing anxiously about how small a 10-foot U-Haul truck really is)
- Also squeezed in the puffy chair, my desk, a large dresser, three small shelf units, Artemis (in her box), and Charlotte (as disassembled as possible, which involved obtaining a wrench, interesting since ours is packed), plus a ton of small miscellaneous stuff that kept appearing
- Walked up and down the stairs carrying/maneuvering heavy boxes and furniture
- Had to make the painful but necessary decision to leave the 20-year-old loveseat with ottoman that we got from my parents for free, a small desk, and a coffee table behind (space considerations, alas…I’m sad about the small desk)
We pretty much finished up by 1:30 or 2:00 in the afternoon and, after lunch, spent a couple hours reading and relaxing after our arduous morning. Then Ian and I went to Price Chopper for food and Gary went to Starbucks for more coffee. Now, as my last dinner in the Avalon Orchards apartment complex, we’re making baked potatoes (once-baked, due to time and kitchen equipment constraints).
Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled; and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted.
Dear Katie’s Subconscious,
Please start accepting and internalizing that Katie is moving to Seattle. Since Gary is here and everything is boxed up, it’s clear that on Friday morning Katie will be leaving. Please start believing it now.
PS – If you could put in a good word to Katie’s Nose, please tell Nose that it isn’t necessary to run like a broken faucet just because there’s some dust floating around.
Go then, eat your bread in happiness and drink your wine with a cheerful heart; for God has already approved your works.
This is what our living room looked like this afternoon. Those of you who have visited know it was arranged nothing like this when we actually lived here, and it will look totally different again tomorrow when we finish packing all the miscellaneous bits lying around. Much of the furniture we intend to get rid of is grouped off to the left, towards the windows; all the stuff we want to keep is to the right. Then we collected the miscellaneous still-to-be-packed bits and those we piled against the Get Rid Of collection. Our empty kitchen with its painfully well-scrubbed white surfaces* is off to the right, and you can just see the edge of my reflective bike wheel, by the stairs to the outside. Our den is entirely boxes and empty desks, and the upstairs loft bedroom closet now contains things to give away. Ian has been stockpiling clothes and things he will need in his month and a half here by himself up there, too. I, on the other hand, have been just trying to make sure I don’t forget anything important.
Words from the mouth of a wise man are gracious, while the lips of a fool consume him; the beginning of his talking is folly and the end of it is wicked madness.
Despite the unemployment hotline receiving an “unusually high volume of calls,” last Thursday evening I actually did get to talk to a person. This person took all my information, but I didn’t understand him 100% of the time; he talked fast and with an accent that confounded my ears. After having taken all my information, he suddenly made a dismayed noise and told me his computer screen had gone black. D’oh! He said he remembered everything I had said, though, and filled in the form again, verbally confirming with me as he did so.
For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter,
though a man’s misery weighs heavily upon him.
Since no man knows the future,
who can tell him what is to come?
Since I got the internship in September and Ian and I made solid plans to really leave Massachusetts, I don’t think I really internalized that we are leaving. For good. Not for a visit, not for vacation, but to permanently settle somewhere other than New England. After three years of hearing us talk about moving “out west,” our friends and coworkers stopped believing that we really would do it. Now, at T – 4 days and counting, with the vast majority of our possessions in boxes, most of our furniture for sale, and my 1.5-month-long separation from Ian looming large, my friends and I are starting to believe it. Most convincing so far was saying goodbye to friends this weekend, knowing that, most likely, I’ll never actually see these people again.