Haoh, are you staying on Long Island?
Dolemite, the Bad-Ass King of all Pimps and Hustlers
Gymkata: I mean look at da lil playah woblin his way into our hearts in the sig awwwwwww
I've moved three times in the last two years. This last time, March, is more permanent and I got my stuff out of storage...
...I started having Good Will Tuesdays to get rid of shit.
Although, I thought about putting the shit up on ebay with $1 opening bids.
"Question the world man... I know the meaning of everything right now... it's like I can touch god." - bbobb the ggreatt
absolute truth. i'm always there for my friends (assuming they don't ask during the week the day of and know i can't take off work). last move i had i went almost cross country with my buddy for the first part of his army specialization. from Erie, PA to San Antonio in two days. you realize going through the southern Illinois then into Missouri and Arkansas area how fucking desolate some places are. the whole stretch through Arkansas we were on a major highway with NO places to pull over to piss and flat fields as far as the eye could see.
Move #1 was for like only a month, I used to live above a chiropractic office that was in an old ass house. They remodeled everything in my apartment, so they put me up temporarily somewhere else, then when everything was done I moved back in. Move #2, I split a house with my bandmate because it had an awesome rehearsal space in the basement. But like three months after we moved in, I met my wife and promptly shacked up with her, so that was move #3. Then my wife got pregnant and we needed a bigger place so that was #4. Now, we're being FORCED to move, because our landlord is renting our place to her fucking grandson, so that's five moves in like two and a half years.
I lived above the chiropractic office for almost 6 years, so it's not like I'm a serial mover.
I've never had a 'real' move growing up or anything like that. My move this time consisted of getting shit out of my dorm and into an apartment. I know a lot of my shit is back at my father's house, but I don't live there and don't visit due to drama, so I've accepted that everything I own fits into my dinky sedan and I'm cool with that.
We have to move again at the end of the month, to a new unit across the parking lot. I'm not bothering to unpack most of my shit at this unit since it'd be a waste.
I like moving. Sure, the packing sucks, but I love the unpacking. I like the feeling of organizing and starting over at a new place.
I moved to a new place recently, and I agree with everything haoh posted. As I was looking over my things, I couldn't help but marvel at the amount of total shit I had amassed over the years. I threw out so much stuff, mostly worthless papers. I tried to slash what I needed down to the bone (mostly books), but now that I've completed the move I wish I had been even more ruthless (I have a lot of dumb stuff jammed into my closet).
My bedroom is pretty bare now, but I like the openness of it all.
Also, the most annoying things to move: pots, pans and dishes. Followed next by my bed. And I lost a wall mirror in the move, it made no fucking sense how I could lose something so big, but I had to retrace my steps and figure it out like sherlock holmes.
I'm moving on the 31st. I have 12 hours to do it. Doc Holiday might be helping me?
I'm not looking forward to it so much.
Bookmarks