Moving and packing and cleaning, oh my...

[eurydicebound]

I packed my first box today. Fittingly, perhaps, it holds mostly photographs, framed and boxed and loose. The better part of my past, tied up in one little bundle and taped and labeled and ready to ship off somewhere else. I also bagged up most of currently marked donations for Goodwill, which I'll run over later today, and found the yarn and book and such for a project I'd bought a year and a half ago -- go me.

All of this brings home the following: I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate goodbyes. I hate the anxiety that goes along with having to dismantle my life into movable pieces and put it in boxes and hope it all comes out on the other end. This time is better than most because I've got someone on the other end who tells me that I won't be allowed to fall into any random waiting abyss that might be there, but I still can't see the shape of what life will be on the other side of everything. Even when it's a net positive, like getting rid of things I don't need and recovering things I'd thought lost, it stresses me out.

My blood pressure's up today, which is what told me this was bothering me more than it should. My lips are bright and my face is a little flushed, and if I were engaged more pleasantly I wouldn't worry about it, but given that I'm just cleaning and moving, I'm kind of annoyed. I forgot to take my BP meds this morning so I'll be doing that here in a second, and that'll help somewhat. I'm just... frazzled and unhappy and wish there were a way to make this feel better over the next two and a half months or so. Stupid moving. Argh.

Comments

[metallian.livejournal.com]

Totally understand, I hate moving for all of those reasons, even though every time I've moved it's worked out really well in the end. It just can't be helped, if you're wired a certain way.

[knowmad.livejournal.com]

"I hate moving."

I resemble that remark. Just got done with moving the big stuff yesterday and spent my first night in my new place. Granted, a much shorter move than the one you are doing, but it still had teh suck.

Best wishes on yours ... sounds traumatic, but, like you said, at least you've got someone there. Would love to hear how you guys found each other ... I'm still having lousy luck in that department :-(

[anaka.livejournal.com]

We met through writing, actually. He worked as line developer on a couple of books I wrote for, and I think I might have edited something he wrote or developed before. We'd friended each other on LJ over that time and generally kept up, but there wasn't anything romantic there. We didn't actually meet in person until about five years ago, and didn't actually flirt at all until a year ago last December. It wasn't intended to be a relationship... mostly we'd planned to just have fun over email and if we ended up at the same conventions over the next year. That morphed into something else, though, and pretty much did so before I'd even gone to see him in person once we started talking. We ended up in a relationship, and now I'm headed off to grad school in the same city as him. Crazy crazy.

I guess the moral of the story is never underestimate the potential of sex with attractive friends to bring people together. :)