Moving on Past the Moving Day Blues

Posted on Friday 20 November 2009

You take nothing for granted when you live in an adorable, renovated cottage in Old Town.

“Residential Parking” spots in front of your adorable cottage are snapped up by anyone. Everyone.

Your tiny back deck that is separated by a tall fence is no match for a taller bamboo grove that grows an inch too thick on the very day you move in, thereby snapping the tall fence so that it leans precariously close to crashing onto your deck and likely taking out the back French doors with it when it does.

Direct TV gives you the bad news that there is absolutely no line of sight for the dish unless, “You can knock down the house next to you or cut down all the trees on your neighbor’s side of the back fence. Did you notice it’s snapped in the middle, by the way?”

Comcast shows up exactly on time, sets up basic cable and internet so that it works perfectly, asks if you’d like anything else, to which you reply, “No, we have Direct TV coming.” If only you’d known at that very moment that in two hours, Direct TV was going to happily let you out of the remainder of your contract.

You come to terms with having less than half the space that you had in your previous house, but discover that the total lack of closets in your adorable, renovated Old Town cottage is not so easy to overlook once your clothes are smashed onto wobbly garment racks with no place to put said racks except the middle of the tiny renovated bedroom in which the owner opted out of closets to allow for a more spacious feel.

You allow more than 24 hours for the brand new refrigerator in your adorable, renovated cottage to cool down. When it doesn’t, you throw out most of the food you moved with you, but are inspired and surprised when your landlord has a service technician on your front doorstep within an hour.

You wonder what possessed you to agree to start your new job two days after you moved into your adorable, renovated cottage in which a heap of bins and bubble wrap and furniture that almost fits into the three small rooms is an obstacle course that seems impossible to organize. That would be today that you start, say, in less than two hours.

You despair that you will never find a spot to put your computer, much less feel inspired to write, in the adorable, renovated cottage. Then you take your computer outside to the front porch, settle into one of your rocking chairs–the only pieces of furniture that fit perfectly anywhere in the adorable, renovated cottage–and marvel at having people nod hello as they walk along the sidewalk in front of your house.

The dog settles at your feet, a rooster call to its hen somewhere down the block, a couple waves as they cycle by on a tandem bike. You are encouraged when you realize how much you’ll eventually love your adorable, renovated cottage, that you will hopefully settle into your new job just as soon as the the shock of moving wears off, and that in a vague, odd way, you already feel like you’ve landed at home.

7 Comments for 'Moving on Past the Moving Day Blues'

    November 20, 2009 | 3:25 pm

    rooster? Oh, that’s gonna work out very nicely for you…

    November 20, 2009 | 3:53 pm

    then, welcome home, sugar! ๐Ÿ˜‰ xoxo

    November 21, 2009 | 12:25 am

    RG, I feel lots of posts coming, just from people-watching from that porch in your rocking chair. No one observes like you do. Can’t wait to read what happens next.

    November 21, 2009 | 4:01 pm

    So when’s the moving in party?

    November 21, 2009 | 5:27 pm

    Hope the new job and the new cottage soon feel like home for you. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Restaurant Gal
    November 22, 2009 | 12:18 pm

    Last one home–Chicken dinner soon


    Ex RM–I think it is great that you are still following my writing. You may be right about front-porch inspiration.

    Kim–Whenever you can get here!

    Echo–All in good time. Thanks.

    November 24, 2009 | 8:15 pm

    I hope the job works out, and you can stay there for longer than you’ve been staying places. Settle down. Unless you don’t want to, and like the moving.

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