Coming up. Sooner than I think. Really fast…
Moving day. This friday I’m taking off work because A) it’ll make things easier on my parents and B) I don’t like to work. We’re going to leave the house I’ve been living in for fifteen years and head to Xanadu, our new home.
Parents insist it’s not a Camelot-esque paradise building, but frankly, it’s a DAMN good house. Nice archetecture, huge open rooms, an excellent design that makes good use of the house-sized space it was given. My entire apartment is one open-area room the size of a floor of the house, with semi-rooms segmented without doors. Very open air, with 45′ angles all over and so on. As an amateur archetect and interior decorator via The Sims, I weep openly about how awesome this house is.
But… there’s always a but.
For starters, things are going to be very hectic moving in. Unpacking things, setting things up. I’m going to be installed in the study room with my computer for the first two weeks since my apartment bathroom’s not finished. There’s going to be a lot of climbing up and down stairs — annoying stairs with a landing in the middle. (These things are not routine and simple for disabled folk.) I’ll have very little privacy until I’m finalized downstairs. I don’t like that.
The house is farther away from work and involves a more complicated series of stop lights and turns, complete with alternate routes to take in the morning and evening to avoid hitting little kids or traffic patches — not that it matters since Great Seneca Highway is bumper to bumper for the entire length of the road whenever it’s not summer. Which means I get the eternal joy of waking up earlier just to show up at work late, leave later, and go to bed earlier. Once I’m on my own in my new pad I can’t even take any shortcuts in my morning routine; I need to do every bit of it myself which will add more time onto it which means waking up EARLIER so I can leave even LATER, arrive at home and cook my own din-din and take care of hygene and so on which will add hella time onto it so by the time I actually sit down to relax it’s going to only be a few hours until I have to sleep and start it up all over again, sweet jesus… @_@
Everything is going on all at once. Projects at work. Gotta complete furniture purchases for my new pad; looking for a pinball table that’s not a crappy 100 dollar toy and isn’t a 2000 dollar arcade ready cabinet that’ll need repairs down the road. New games rolling in; I have GTA3 now, Tony Hawk 3 tomorrow, Cap vs. SNK2 a week, and Smackdown 3 later. I want time to play them but time may not be an option. Going out to a friend’s house Thursday night for Smackdown, then Friday is the move, Saturday is a movie party, Sunday is an engagement party, Monday is back to work for a full week along with TV nights where I go out of the house because we’re not ready for guests (hopefully I can swing this and have them come over anyway) and THEN maybe I’ll have some time to sit down and BREATHE. (I know ‘social activity’ shouldn’t be stressful, but it’s still something I need to schedule and dedicate time to, which means less open and free time to work with.)
All this, and no broadband for potentially months. Agh.
I don’t know how much writing I’m going to be able to get done in the 2 weeks or so ahead. I really don’t know. We’ll see when things settle after the weekend. The future looks bright but the immediate future looks quite intense…