Moving

I am presently sitting on my living room floor, surrounded by the fall out of all that is "what is left to take care of" after having spent the morning moving my furniture into my new place. Do you know what you want when you have to move? Social Secretary and her adorable husband. SS is a friend from work (so named because that was the title she gave herself when we last met for Broad Summit. She's this lovely woman, I believe 50, who looks like she's from India but is actually from Singapore. Mr. SS looks much more like he's from Singapore and he's also in his 50's. Lovely fucking people and I swear that man should have been a bank robber with his creeping into tight spaces and climbing over shit in the truck to make everything fit. In roughly 3 1/2 hours we picked up my reserved UHaul, crammed it full, and emptied it. When I went to pay for the UHaul I bought some beer and SS picked up a bottle of White Hatter Belgian Style White Pale Ale by New Holland Brewing. When we got to my place, we toasted the move.

Because so many people watched as we lifted, hauled, and grunted, I told SS that if anyone asks, I'm telling them that she and her husband are my parents (they adopted me, whilst still in Singapore, from America). 

I spent the last two days taking a carload of boxes at a time to my new place after work and now I just have to get the dregs, throw stuff out, and move Johan. But that can wait because I'm exhausted and I'm not going to have internet when I am settled. I still have a lot to do and clearing out the old needs to be done by tomorrow evening as I have to be out by Monday. I'm tired and sore but also relieved and grateful because so much of the hard stuff is done, the stuff that I truly couldn't do on my own. If SS and her hubby hadn't been available to help, I'd probably have tried to do it all on my own. Maybe I would have succeeded... but maybe I would have ended up without a couch or a bed. As it is, my television is in my car and will remain there until I can get help hauling up to the new place. But my furniture, a bunch of my clothing, and so many boxes are in the new place and so what is left is manageable.

I'm so fortunate. I'm lucky to have wonderful friends who will volunteer to help me move, even though it is an onerous task. I'm lucky that Johan has behaved and been satisfied to just hang out with a ton of hay and not yell constantly. I'm lucky to have moved on a day that wasn't 90 degrees. I'm lucky to have people in my life who I know have worried about me and this move, who wish they could have been here with me and for me even though that would have been impossible. There is a lot of love for me in this world and I marvel at that. I'm more grateful than I can say.