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where did my kitchen go?
Jul. 16th, 2009 10:30 amMass exodus from the apartment has begun.
All the common room furniture is gone, as are all the cooking implements.
I've started disassembling my pantry. Pulling everything I own out of the closets, boxes, and shelves.
I don't actually fly out until Monday... but there's no point keeping around food I can't cook, or anything that I can't fit into my bags. Speaking of which, the 3 I have are pretty stuffed, so I might borrow a big one from Jeremy and play some packing tetris. I might mail one box of bulky/odd things, like coats and my favorite xmas santas.
I often think of the scene from the Utena movie where the car breaks apart under the castle and breaks free as a motorcycle-thingy. It is a hard feeling to place...sometimes it's like I'm being stripped of important things and I'm upset by it, sometimes it's like I'm casting off the things holding me down and breaking free.
As you might imagine, Rational Cat and Emotional Cat have had many arguments over the matter. Today, Emotional Cat has the upper hand, because I'm getting excited to see my family, Jonathan, Becca, and Nina's scheduled to have labor induced on Tuesday!
As far as moving goes Rational Cat weighs in on the utility of items, Emotional Cat gushes about the sentimental value of objects. Panic Cat is simmering, pretty much 24/7, like a really nervous, caffeinated shadow pacing behind me. I'm trying to keep in contact with people, roommates or friends, to temper the stress of packing and sorting and organizing.
Each day a few less boxes or piles remain.
Tomorrow is my last day at work, and in the evening I'm meeting friends at the beach boardwalk in Santa Cruz for one more night of fun before I leave CA.
All the common room furniture is gone, as are all the cooking implements.
I've started disassembling my pantry. Pulling everything I own out of the closets, boxes, and shelves.
I don't actually fly out until Monday... but there's no point keeping around food I can't cook, or anything that I can't fit into my bags. Speaking of which, the 3 I have are pretty stuffed, so I might borrow a big one from Jeremy and play some packing tetris. I might mail one box of bulky/odd things, like coats and my favorite xmas santas.
I often think of the scene from the Utena movie where the car breaks apart under the castle and breaks free as a motorcycle-thingy. It is a hard feeling to place...sometimes it's like I'm being stripped of important things and I'm upset by it, sometimes it's like I'm casting off the things holding me down and breaking free.
As you might imagine, Rational Cat and Emotional Cat have had many arguments over the matter. Today, Emotional Cat has the upper hand, because I'm getting excited to see my family, Jonathan, Becca, and Nina's scheduled to have labor induced on Tuesday!
As far as moving goes Rational Cat weighs in on the utility of items, Emotional Cat gushes about the sentimental value of objects. Panic Cat is simmering, pretty much 24/7, like a really nervous, caffeinated shadow pacing behind me. I'm trying to keep in contact with people, roommates or friends, to temper the stress of packing and sorting and organizing.
Each day a few less boxes or piles remain.
Tomorrow is my last day at work, and in the evening I'm meeting friends at the beach boardwalk in Santa Cruz for one more night of fun before I leave CA.
