11 months agoJune 26, 2012
I moved to Vancouver in August of 2005. I have moved 8 times since then. At first, it was no big deal - I had little to no furniture, I was just moving myself, into and out of progressively larger, yet still rather small, one bedroom apartments. I made a mistaken foray into the land of roomates at one point - rather silly considering I didn’t really need a roomate, I was just trying to help out a friend who ended up not being a friend anymore.
This last move was into our very own place, with a mortgage and all that jazz. It is a considerable step up from everywhere else I’ve lived, which is quite nice. Unfortunately, it was also by far the most stressful move I’ve gone through. I am far more exhausted that I have been at any other time, somehow despite being married and having many male friends to help us move, I did way more lifting than usual and find myself covered in bruises with a lot of aches and pains that are really taking a long time to go away. The dog is having trouble adjusting - while she is no longer trying to actively escape, she is waking up every night, probably confused as to where she is. Meaning, I’m not getting enough sleep.
Somehow, I managed to move 7 times without it taking more than a week to settle in. Time #8, however, is really taking it’s toll. I’m not moving for a long, long time now if I can help it.
2 years agoFebruary 8, 2011
The State of the Blog
With less than a week until we get possession of our condo, I’m finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything other than packing. Keiko isn’t quite herself because she knows something is up. My normal stress relievers have had to be put on the back shelf because I don’t have time to keep up with them, and for some reason whenever I think too much/talk about the Leafs, I start getting panicky.
So for the time being, I’ll be quiet re: the Leafs, save for probably reblogging a few things here and there. Real life just isn’t allowing me to multi-task as much as I usually do, so when a hockey game’s on I want to forget about absolutely everything and just drink a beer and relax.
Consequently, my blog is gonna go dark for a bit - with the possible exception of various moving-related rants that my pop into my head. Don’t worry though, it’ll come back - I have 4 blog posts that are partially written, but I can hardly string together two thoughts, let alone enough to make a full post.
That, and my internal voice is speaking like Jar-Jar Binks right now, so I may be headed for the looney bin.