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missroserose) wrote2010-11-01 02:21 pm
missroserose) wrote2010-11-01 02:21 pm
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Houston, we have survived the move. I repeat: We have survived the move, over.
Not that survival was necessarily an issue, but it's been a very strange move in some ways.
It didn't quite go as amazingly according to plan as the last one did, but close enough - the biggest hiccup was discovering that a mid-size (17') U-Haul truck wasn't quite big enough to fit all of our stuff in one trip. (I was initially planning on using Penske, but they weren't open on Sunday and I couldn't find anything but horror stories about Budget, so I just went with U-Haul. Fortunately the franchise near our old place in Sierra Vista appeared to be an actual corporate store very competently managed, and we got the truck that we reserved at the time we'd reserved it for, plus it was in decent shape. So overall, not a half-bad experience.) Normally we would've just upgraded to the next size, but given that the new place sits atop a twisty and steep little driveway, we bit the bullet and did two runs. Even then it was close, but fortunately the landlord was about and able to help Brian direct it up the driveway. I get the feeling he's done the navigation thing a few times before.
Anyway, the whole thing ended up getting pushed back a day, which made for a slightly expensive time when I had to call the electric company and get them to turn the service back on so we could clean the old place (note to self: give yourself an extra day or two of utility service when scheduling shutoff just in case), but the important part was that it all got done, with much thanks to my mother for all of her help and some Mormons our friend Adam recruited for us to help move our five-hundred-pound-wood-and-granite table. And now we have a great little place in Bisbee with a stunning view (pictures forthcoming, if Brian can get them off his camera for me).
So what was so odd about the move? Honestly, I'm not even certain I could tell you; I've just been in a very strange headspace about the whole thing. It really felt to me (and still does, a bit) that we hadn't actually moved and were instead simply in a vacation rental (despite the fact that all our stuff is here) and that soon we'll have to go back to our "real" home. Sort of the housing version of impostor syndrome, I guess - it all seems too good to be true. I wish I could say why, or even what's causing it, but I can't put my finger on it - things just feel slightly off-kilter.
I'm thinking that part of the trippiness comes from this being the first time I've ever moved from one town to another within easy driving distance - we still do our major shopping in Sierra Vista (just like everyone else in the area), so parts of our routine are still pretty much the same. It's a bit of a contrast from the all-or-nothing experience that is moving between cities in Alaska. Part of it might also have been having my mother around; that'd certainly be reminiscent of all the times we moved when I was growing up, and possibly contribute to a sense of not actually being in possession of the place myself. Then there was the fact that I hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in something like two weeks by the time we finally finished moving in - my system kept dumping a shot of adrenaline into my bloodstream roundabout 3 AM and I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for an hour or two. And who knows? Maybe in an alternate universe, we're staying in this place as a vacation rental, but it truly and honestly feels like home. :)
In any case, we're here now, and so far Bisbee is every bit as awesome a place to live as we figured it'd be. Plus we had a lovely housewarming party, and got to carve pumpkins for Halloween this year (again, pictures forthcoming). So on the whole, I can't complain.
Now to address the question of the next stage in Rose's life: To start the job search again? To try participating in NaNoWriMo? Both? Neither, and simply bamf around on the Internet and waste time? Stay tuned...
It didn't quite go as amazingly according to plan as the last one did, but close enough - the biggest hiccup was discovering that a mid-size (17') U-Haul truck wasn't quite big enough to fit all of our stuff in one trip. (I was initially planning on using Penske, but they weren't open on Sunday and I couldn't find anything but horror stories about Budget, so I just went with U-Haul. Fortunately the franchise near our old place in Sierra Vista appeared to be an actual corporate store very competently managed, and we got the truck that we reserved at the time we'd reserved it for, plus it was in decent shape. So overall, not a half-bad experience.) Normally we would've just upgraded to the next size, but given that the new place sits atop a twisty and steep little driveway, we bit the bullet and did two runs. Even then it was close, but fortunately the landlord was about and able to help Brian direct it up the driveway. I get the feeling he's done the navigation thing a few times before.
Anyway, the whole thing ended up getting pushed back a day, which made for a slightly expensive time when I had to call the electric company and get them to turn the service back on so we could clean the old place (note to self: give yourself an extra day or two of utility service when scheduling shutoff just in case), but the important part was that it all got done, with much thanks to my mother for all of her help and some Mormons our friend Adam recruited for us to help move our five-hundred-pound-wood-and-granite table. And now we have a great little place in Bisbee with a stunning view (pictures forthcoming, if Brian can get them off his camera for me).
So what was so odd about the move? Honestly, I'm not even certain I could tell you; I've just been in a very strange headspace about the whole thing. It really felt to me (and still does, a bit) that we hadn't actually moved and were instead simply in a vacation rental (despite the fact that all our stuff is here) and that soon we'll have to go back to our "real" home. Sort of the housing version of impostor syndrome, I guess - it all seems too good to be true. I wish I could say why, or even what's causing it, but I can't put my finger on it - things just feel slightly off-kilter.
I'm thinking that part of the trippiness comes from this being the first time I've ever moved from one town to another within easy driving distance - we still do our major shopping in Sierra Vista (just like everyone else in the area), so parts of our routine are still pretty much the same. It's a bit of a contrast from the all-or-nothing experience that is moving between cities in Alaska. Part of it might also have been having my mother around; that'd certainly be reminiscent of all the times we moved when I was growing up, and possibly contribute to a sense of not actually being in possession of the place myself. Then there was the fact that I hadn't gotten a full night's sleep in something like two weeks by the time we finally finished moving in - my system kept dumping a shot of adrenaline into my bloodstream roundabout 3 AM and I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for an hour or two. And who knows? Maybe in an alternate universe, we're staying in this place as a vacation rental, but it truly and honestly feels like home. :)
In any case, we're here now, and so far Bisbee is every bit as awesome a place to live as we figured it'd be. Plus we had a lovely housewarming party, and got to carve pumpkins for Halloween this year (again, pictures forthcoming). So on the whole, I can't complain.
Now to address the question of the next stage in Rose's life: To start the job search again? To try participating in NaNoWriMo? Both? Neither, and simply bamf around on the Internet and waste time? Stay tuned...