The Move
I moved from a 2-bedroom apartment to a 1-bedroom in the same complex. It's only about a block or so away. That was Friday. My mail was supposed to be transferred that day; however, on Friday and Saturday, I got mail at my old address.
Friday evening and Saturday were spent messing around with trying to set up the internet and starting to unpack. Sunday, I got a little more done, but it showed me how much more there is to do.
Monday:
I'm partially unpacked and thoroughly exhausted. The first day, I went to bed at 8 pm, which is totally unheard of for me. I'm trying to get more done every day, but my body is slowing down, and I can do nothing about it. And this heat is so oppressive! When I go out to the dumpster or even my car, it feels like a million degrees out there!
The internet is working, but it took them two tries to get it hooked up correctly. Initially, I agreed to pay for a tech to come out on Friday, but when it died and a second tech had to return on Saturday - well, now I want that refunded. Waiting for a call-back from them, and now to the boxes…
Saturday:
It's been eight days since my move. My body is exhausted. Most boxes are unpacked, but I can't find certain things, and frankly, I'm too tired to care. I'll find them eventually.
Still missing:
Some of my windchimes
The lights I bought for my patio
Hummingbird feeder
My make-up
The $100 fee for internet. (They won't refund it)
I wrote a poem today. That's the first thing I've written in over two weeks, maybe 3.
I'm still not getting mail here except for things I ordered with this address.
I've listed five folding card tables for sale on NextDoor, but no bites yet.
I could ramble on about my move all day, but that's just a way to put off the inevitable, so back to work!