Packing, Selling and Packing

We’ve now reached the point where sold (or packed/disassembled) house­hold items are no longer the ‘fat’ of our lives, but some ‘mus­cle’. In oth­er words, stuff that we actu­al­ly used day to day is now either unavail­able or gone. I can still cook din­ner (few­er pots) and con­nect to the Inter­net (lap­top), so I’m OK, but things sure feel dif­fer­ent.

Yes­ter­day the Microwave cart and TV (and com­po­nents) each went to their respec­tive pur­chasers. Today we took apart my office desk, and the desk­top com­put­er, screen, periph­er­als and oth­er attach­ments also had to be tak­en apart so they could be moved of it. It took a long time and we had to clean a lot of accu­mu­lat­ed dust, fur and sticky residue. Every­thing in this house even­tu­al­ly gets a bit of a sticky film over time, prob­a­bly from cook­ing food. It’s fun­ny (and a lit­tle sad) to see rem­nants of Socrates (and per­haps even his sis­ter Stef­fi, although she’s been gone for much longer) show up as lit­tle hairs and balls of dusty fur in the cor­ners of fur­ni­ture and at the bot­tom of table legs. Socrates loved to lounge on my desk while I worked, and left much of him­self in the seams over the years. Those cats lived their entire lives in this house, and when we leave, it won’t be just mem­o­ries of them we leave behind, but lots of genet­ic mate­r­i­al. Prob­a­bly not enough to clone a cat from, but cer­tain­ly enough to make any per­son with a cat aller­gy react. I hope the new ten­ant is not aller­gic to cats.

There are box­es every­where, in every room. The bed­room is flanked by large gar­ment box­es. The room that I used to call my office con­sists now main­ly of small box­es and scat­tered com­put­er and periph­er­als. The first floor is dom­i­nat­ed by a pile of box­es and oth­er items where the piano used to be. It’s a good thing, too. In 19 days, the truck pulls up and the mov­ing com­pa­ny guys load all of those box­es. In the mean­time, I’m also pack­ing for our trip to France. Prob­a­bly won’t be able to blog from there, but I’ll update when we get back, for sure.

6 Replies to “Packing, Selling and Packing”

  1. Is it too late to con­vince more of your like-mind­ed friends to join you? Per­haps if you set some goals now you could have a core group for an ex-pat com­mu­ni­ty.

    Would your whole com­pa­ny con­sid­er relo­cat­ing?

    I’ve been to Cana­da, and believe me, there’s TONS of room up there.

    Keep us post­ed.

  2. From “About Me”

    I�m going to be writ­ing about this in my blog, and hope that it will pro­vide some insight and tips to oth­ers who might be think­ing about doing the same thing.

    Damn, I sure hope so!
    Per­haps you can char­ter a bus with Alex Bald­win, Whoop­ie Gold­berg, Bar­bara Striesand, Susan Saran­don, Rosie O’Donnell, The Dix­ie Chicks, Cher
    Phil Don­ahue, David Gephin, Mar­tin Sheen…

  3. Well, Papi­Joe and alphamu42, I’m assum­ing this is more of the ‘Bye-bye Lib­er­al, and don’t let the door hit you on your way out.’ In a curi­ous way, you’ve only made it clear­er why those who don’t agree should leave. It used to be, in the Amer­i­ca that I grew up in, that diver­si­ty in points of view was some­thing that we (Amer­i­cans) liked to keep. Now, those who don’t agree are told to get lost. I got the mes­sage.

    As for con­vinc­ing my like-mind­ed friends to join me (and inci­den­tal­ly, I’m a big fan of all the celebri­ties alphamu42 men­tions, despite some alter­na­tive spellings of their names), I’ve talked about emmi­grat­ing to many of them, and there are many obsta­cles (many of them prac­ti­cal) to mak­ing the move: fam­i­ly, career, sav­ings, edu­ca­tion, etc. For my wife and me, we are just lucky that our sit­u­a­tion made it pos­si­ble and per­haps even prac­ti­cal. As for my whole com­pa­ny relo­cat­ing, since I’m an inde­pen­dent con­sul­tant, that will cer­tain­ly be the case.

    By the way, I’m writ­ing this while on vaca­tion in that coun­try that Repub­li­cans love to hate, France. Guess what? They have uni­ver­sal
    health care, mass tran­sit that works, a mid­dle class that isn’t los­ing ground each year, and they aren’t up to their necks in a war in the Mid­dle East. I’m also not count­ing incred­i­ble food, great wine, and spec­tac­u­lar art. I’m hop­ing that the oppo­si­tion at the very least can appre­ci­ate a good bot­tle of Ros�

  4. David, you vol­un­teered to leave, no one is forc­ing you. If “lib­er­als” (left­ists like your­self have co-opt­ed that term) want to aban­don the US and shift the demo­graph­ics in favor of con­ser­v­a­tives, more pow­er to you. The only time I’ve ever heard red state Amer­i­can tell “lib­er­als” to get lost is when they were lec­tured on how moral­ly polit­cal­ly and cul­tur­al­ly supe­ri­or oth­er coun­tries were to the US. And clear­ly you (like Ker­ry, Dean, et al.) would pre­fer to make this coun­try less like the US and more like Europe:
    By the way, I’m writ­ing this while on vaca­tion in that coun­try that Repub­li­cans love to hate, France. Guess what? They have uni­ver­sal
    health care, mass tran­sit that works, a mid­dle class that isn’t los­ing ground each year, and they aren’t up to their necks in a war in the Mid­dle East. I’m also not count­ing incred­i­ble food, great wine, and spec­tac­u­lar art. I’m hop­ing that the oppo­si­tion at the very least can appre­ci­ate a good bot­tle of Ros�.

    If you pre­fer a stag­nant econ­o­my choked by enti­tle­ments, shrink­ing mar­kets, ris­ing anti-Semi­tism, increas­ing jiha­di vio­lence, euthana­sia, and declin­ing birthrates, great. But most American’s don’t. You aren’t leav­ing because we kicked you out, your leav­ing because even Cam­bridge is too Amer­i­can for you.
    Don’t get me wrong David, you seem like a basi­cal­ly nice guy and I appre­ci­ate that you are nowhere near as ven­omous as most left­ists. As a for­mer bohemi­an, “lib­er­al” and Cam­bridge res­i­dent, I under­stand this Arca­di­an EUtopia that you are pur­su­ing. I was in its thrall too. But 9–11 broke the spell for me.
    We “lib­er­als” have done a lot of dam­age to this coun­try. If you want to pre­tend you are an exile, fine, but the truth is you are sim­ply a Man With­out a Coun­try now.

    BTW did you like my blog?

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