Moving…creatively. May 26, 2005 ~ 10:14 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackback
Peter Pan, Carl Schurz Park, Upper East Side
I’m having a moment where I really want to do something. Something creative. But I don’t know what that creative something would be. Is it as simple as putting Flicker on the blog (and okay, anyone with a Mac running OS 10.2.8 knows that’s not simple.)? Is it writing something? Learning a new craft? Designing something to knit? I don’t know. I know I don’t have the time to do said creative thing at the moment. I’m at work, for starters. Even if I wasn’t, I have to get ready for my trip to the Burgh that’s in a week. And the start of my moving period, which is in two weeks. I don’t have a lot of spare time at my disposal. So I have to put this impulse on hold for a while, and if I do, it might be gone. Creativity’s a bitch like that. It comes, it goes, it says “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”
I’m gearing up for the move, or at least pretending to. I brought ten boxes home from work on Tuesday, and I have at least twenty more to take home. (Working in a college is good - there are tons of boxes from Schedules of Classes. My only restriction is how many I can carry on the bus and subway in a large garbage bag.) Since the move is only next door, I can take a few boxes over, unpack them, and then come back and reload them. I figure in the two weeks I have to move (I start paying rent in the new place June 15, and I have to be out of my current place by July 1), I should be able to do most of the move myself, after work and on weekends. I’ll have my friends over one weekend to help with the furniture, but other than that I should be able to do the rest. It’s just a matter of working out a time-table, I guess. When to call and get the electricity turned on in my name, when to call Direct TV and get them to move my satellite dish from one roof to the other (they’re going to laugh at me, aren’t they?), when to get the phone switched over, that kind of stuff.
But as much as I’m looking forward to being in the new place, I have to say that I really hate moving. It drains me. It will be better this time than it was last time, I know that. The extended moving period makes for less stress. I won’t have an entire apartment filled with boxes like I did last time. I’m used to living on my own, so I know what a perfectly quiet house sounds like now. But still, a whole new place that I have to make my own, have to get used to the late night sounds of, hope the Piss Crusader doesn’t decide to make his personal litterbox. It’s a lot to get used to.
And I have no time for the creative coping methods I use to de-stress. Hmm. Gonna be doing a lot of reading in the next month.
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