6.10.2004
packing stinks
Had my last faculty meeting yesterday - it was a bittersweet moment. Yes, it's been two weeks since I had any classes, so I've been saying my goodbyes for a good long while now. Still, there's always a finality to these things. The hardest one was a goodbye get-together thrown by my colleagues in the foreign language department. I truly am going to miss everyone: their warmth and dedication are legendary.
Another tough goodbye - yesterday I had to throw out a giant mushroom (6 feet tall, 8 feet wide) which had taken up residence in my living room for about seven months. I'm very sad to see it go, but it had a good run, and had been, in fact, saved from demise by yours truly last year. My friends and I enjoyed it, but it's time to say goodbye, I think. Of course, its being time does not make the parting any easier.
That said, I had forgotten how large my apartment could be.
And so I come to the most finite of my exits from life in NJ: I'm moving out of my apartment today and tomorrow. Every last detail has to be thrown into a box and packaged and hauled up to Massachusetts: it's depressing to think that my life can be put into a series of cardboard boxes and moved from place to place. It's disappointing to have to uproot myself too. I'm petrified that I'm forgetting something or doing something wrong. As someone truly tied down to routine, I never find moving at all easy. And the worry I bring to the job negates most of the excitement of exploring somewhere new. Oh well, back to packing.
Another tough goodbye - yesterday I had to throw out a giant mushroom (6 feet tall, 8 feet wide) which had taken up residence in my living room for about seven months. I'm very sad to see it go, but it had a good run, and had been, in fact, saved from demise by yours truly last year. My friends and I enjoyed it, but it's time to say goodbye, I think. Of course, its being time does not make the parting any easier.
That said, I had forgotten how large my apartment could be.
And so I come to the most finite of my exits from life in NJ: I'm moving out of my apartment today and tomorrow. Every last detail has to be thrown into a box and packaged and hauled up to Massachusetts: it's depressing to think that my life can be put into a series of cardboard boxes and moved from place to place. It's disappointing to have to uproot myself too. I'm petrified that I'm forgetting something or doing something wrong. As someone truly tied down to routine, I never find moving at all easy. And the worry I bring to the job negates most of the excitement of exploring somewhere new. Oh well, back to packing.
