Sunday, September 23, 2007
The Fun Never Ends

Jesus fucking christ I'm tired.

I've been up since 6:45 this morning -- not because I had anywhere I had to go that early, but because my eyes just popped open and my mind instantly filled with thoughts of moving, and that was the end of sleep.

I went out mid-morning to see a friend, then ran a couple of quick errands on the way home. Then from about 3 PM to 9 PM, not counting a break for dinner, I packed. When I started, I had eight boxes sealed and ready; when I finished, I had 20, plus another four half-full. I'd estimate that I'm about 90% packed now, with only those things I still need for the next few days left out.

Tomorrow is car day: two new tires in the morning, paperwork and an alignment in the afternoon, and a thorough cleaning in between. Tuesday is mostly my personal day, though I have to get the hitch put on around lunchtime. In the evening I'll probably be uploading the last few bits of video to my hard drive and clearing out of the Co-op. Wednesday morning I get a haircut, then I pick up the trailer, and then I spend the rest of the day doing whatever else needs to be done. Thursday morning, obviously, I leave. The first day I'll be driving to Wichita, KS; the second day to Boulder, CO. Then I'll spend Saturday in Boulder visiting a college friend and staring at things other than the highway. Then Sunday it's Twin Falls, Idaho, and Monday I'll be rolling into Portland. So that's what my week looks like.

But it's not over then, oh no. Apart from all the surreality of my arrival in Portland -- and I have a feeling it's going to be a curious experience all around -- a week after I get to town I'll be greeting my very best friend in the whole world whom I've never actually met as he stops through town as part of an epic tour of Europe and North America. We'll spend a few days together wandering around Portland, and then we're going to San Francisco. Four days later I'll finally get back to Portland and set about getting a job, finding a permanent place to live, and generally sorting out my life.

So that's what my month looks like. It's starting to get weird now -- my brain is beginning to grasp that there's no point in pretending that everything is still normal. My mother's acting funny, the cats are acting funny, and I can barely concentrate. The hardest thing is forcing myself to focus on whatever I'm doing at any given moment -- my mind is continually running down its list of all the things I need to do right now, and I keep having to re-direct its attention to the task at hand. I've sustained the usual assortment of minor moving-related injuries: scratches, bruises, hang nails, achy shoulders and a sore back. I keep reaching for my usual things, and they're not there. I don't even know exactly when I'll be able to pull them out again.

But for tonight, hopefully I'm exhausted enough to fall asleep easily. I've got a lot of crap I have to do tomorrow.

Update, 12:15 AM: Well, shit.
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