Monday 23 January 2006

Pic of the day: A little chaos never hurt anyone, right? Right?

Moving day - NOT!

"I'm so looking forward to getting this over with. So the new apartment is smaller, has less windows and not even electric floor heating. But at least I'll not have this deadline hanging over me. And at least I'll not feel like a thief in my own home. And I should have hours each day that I need not spend sorting through stuff and deciding what to throw away, which memories to destroy from the happiest years of my life. (The actual trips carrying bags were probably healthy and I should take care to replace them with an hour of other exercise each day.)"

This I wrote before my new landlord came with a car and a helper to help me move the heavy furniture to the new apartment, and drive the garbage to the nearby landfill. Or that was what I thought. It didn't exactly turn out that way. As the big man entered my apartment, he became very quiet and then really, really disappointed.

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I have decided to hide the rest of this entry. Not because it wasn't true, but because it could cause trouble for other people and possibly me as well. The short of it is that there was no moving to the new apartment, which is actually a good thing in retrospect because there was simply not enough room. As I wrote this journal entry late that night, I was still not aware of just how impossible it would have been, nor of the good things that would happen to me because of this day. At the time, however, I was thoroughly shaken.