Observations from the Inside of a Moving Box
Saturday is moving day, so this week has been intensive packing week. Lucky for me I have a husband with some foresight and an ounce (just an ounce, mind you) of sanity. He has the week off and is officially Packing Guy by day, thus significantly reducing the strain. Still, we are getting down to the wire, so the next several days loom ahead suggesting exhaustion and toil.
Our plans took on a new level of urgency when our long-lost realtor called us to let us know that everything has finally cleared up and we are closing on the house. Next Tuesday. So, rather than having the luxury of being able to move most of our stuff on Saturday and the rest as we have time, absolutely everything has to be out of the house this weekend. I’m so pleased that everything has worked out, but it certainly adds to the amount of work that needs to be accomplished in the next several days.
I have once again (this happens everytime I move) discovered that almost everything I own is books. Seriously boxes and boxes of books. At this moment in time I’m feeling really grateful for my renewed interest in the Library because it means over the last year we have accumulated far fewer books from the bookstore and consequently far fewer boxes need packing.
Also, my preoccupation with cooking has grown considerably in the last couple of years and as a result the rest of what I own is contained in the multitude of cupboards which grace my extremely large kitchen. We are going to have to get very creative in our new, ultra small, apartment sized cooking space 
Finally, I am getting older. My back and my knees and my body are reminding me of this. Oh, and they are not failing to point out how desperately out of shape I am. This will change. With every major move I have found the energy to alter my life in a significant way. Over the last several years those alterations have taken on a health component. This move is the hurdle of physical activity. Something I have failed to conquor since giving up running several years ago (stupid knee).
Anyway, I am apologizing in advance for potential sporadic posting as the machinations of life will have me rather tied up, I imagine, until around Thanksgiving (which isn’t really that far away).
November 10th, 2005 at 8:23 am
As you age, you should also consider paying movers. Moving is still stressful but having someone else do lots of the physical work does help. Of course, I’ve decided they can take me out of this place in a pine box…
November 10th, 2005 at 6:52 pm
I will miss you as I have in the past few months. I understand how our lives can take us in different directions. I wish we could have knitted one last time before you moved. Please keep in touch either by email or your posting, best wish’s - Sky
November 10th, 2005 at 7:01 pm
Good luck with the packing and moving (odd note about me–I love packing and moving). I’m sure all will be well, and if it isn’t a totally fun time, at least it will be over soon and the reward at the end is worth it! Carry on (onto the front step, onto the driveway, onto the truck, and so forth)!
November 11th, 2005 at 6:45 am
The last time we moved, it involved over 30 boxes of books, and we were fortunate to have a month in which to do the moving and packing. I definitely feel for you in that department, but hope that things go smoothly and the settling in goes well and quickly. Good luck!
November 11th, 2005 at 1:09 pm
sniffle sniffle! At least you know I will visit you! And I will know how to get there! Good luck and keep in touch!
November 16th, 2005 at 8:34 am
Today’s Philly Inquirer has a special section devoted to Manayunk and Roxborough, so if you feel like looking at some newspaper that isn’t crumpled, you may want to check it out, being a new resident and all.