Moving

I [Melanie] will be starting at Intel three weeks from today, and moving in less than two, if all goes according to plan.  It's a little overwhelming.

Moving is not easy, especially not when you've got several years of intense pack-rat-hood behind you.  Our house is big enough that I could get away with it before.  But now I want to move, and I want to really move, taking everything with me.  And, well, keeping everything was actually really counterproductive - when you have too much stuff, you never see any of the awesome stuff.  I have been uncovering a number of things I wish I had remembered I had as I dig through boxes, buried in reams of stuff I'm just as glad to forget.

You Franciscans know I'm not really a fan of the organizational stuff.  Moving creates rather an overload of it.  Digging through stuff.  Deciding what to do with it all.  Finding a place to live.  Filling out applications for those places - with no rental or credit history.  Trying to figure out a reasonable budget.  Trying to really think through all the furniture and miscellanies I will need to buy and figure out what will be the most urgent.  Trying to get a good timeline together.  Trying to arrange to see my friends in SoCal before I leave.  Trying to figure out moving day itself.  Etc., etc.

So that's what I've been up to.  The whole time, part of me is really distressed to have made this decision, to know that this is the end of an era, and part of me is really excited.  What will I learn in the next few months?  Who will I meet?  What new adventures will I be able to strike out on?

I think I'm ready, overall.  But of course I will learn a lot about the ways in which I'm not ready.  For I am sure there will be a few.