Man oh man, does moving suck or what?
Since I've lived in downtown Denver (I moved here in January of 2002, by the way) I have lived in -- no kidding -- seven different places, including my current apartment, which is an average of 1.75 apartments per year. I think this may be due in part to the competitive rent market in downtown Denver, and also because of a certain restlessness that has long resided within my nature (cue "Gypsies Tramps and Thieves" here). Or maybe for some stupid reason I'm just into that kind of misery, who knows! :-S
Anyway, this most recent move is over...may it be the last for a good long time! It was arduous, of course (aren't they all?) but it went relatively smoothly due to the hard work and cooperation of several individuals -- namely Doc Mark, Matthew, myself, Gerard, my co-worker Eric and his friend Carla. Mark in particular deserves some MAD props for busting his tuchas and sacrificing his personal time with his family. From where this man draws his reserves of energy, strength and character is beyond me, but Matt and I are profoundly grateful for his contributions and his family's patience when the work inevitably ran way past schedule. Mark, Matt and I owe you -- and I mean big time!
Since last weekend Matt and I have been working hard to unpack, put away, organize, install, sort and throw away...I would say that we have the apartment about halfway to two-thirds of the way completed. The trick now is to not get everything to the functional level and leave it that way -- both Matt and myself are guilty of the so-called "Trailing Boxes" phenomenon, being where one hefts boxes of old crap from place to place without ever unpacking them or even going through them to see if the contents are valuable enough (sentimentally and/or monetarily) to merit their continued transport and storage. With this in mind,we're making a concerted and mutual effort to go through everything we have, and thus far we've made some good progress (all while avoiding the temptation to go woolgathering amongst old nostalgic photos, tapes and assorted bric-a-brac). I'm hoping that the backs of the next lucky folks to help us move will appreciate our efforts!
Aside from the obvious chores of relocation, I have to say that it's wonderful to be sharing a life with my husband again. I'm grooving on the way we've been pulling together as a team to get the place set up, and I'm enjoying my rediscovery of the simple pleasures of day-to-day married life. Not that doing laundry or taking out the trash is bliss, of course (especially with the lame washers and dryers in our building that leave lint all over everything), but I guess that even such domestic drudgery is helping to make me feel more grounded somehow, as if I'm where I belong. I'm feeling more content and secure than I have in some time, and it's making me (dare I say it) quite happy. Happiness is good. :-)
An i-kiss on the nose to my beloved hubba...more to come soon.
