I’ve said before in this column how I’ve moved so many times in my life, you’d think I would be used to change, right?
Moving is hard.
Take my apartment for example. I moved in June 2. A month later, I’m still not completely unpacked. Yesterday, I finally emptied my suitcases and put them in the back of my closet. But now I have a new problem: My clothes and the other contents of the suitcases are now streamed across my bedroom, filling in the corners like silt on the ocean floor.
One end of my kitchen is home to a dryer that didn’t fit in my sister’s newlywed apartment. It’s currently disconnected to the wall because I don’t have a washer to stick next to it. On the other end of the room sits a table I inherited from the previous tenant. It supports the weight of papers I’ve collected from doctor appointments, relay races, old notes and the Tooele Valley Extra.
I’m not sure I need to receive the weekly reminder to subscribe to the Tooele Transcript-Bulletin, but I feel bad just throwing it away because I worked hard to help produce it.
My living room is a minefield of empty moving boxes and blankets I’ve slept on before I put the bed together. Unused shampoo bottles litter the shelves in my shower. I haven’t bought nails and don’t own a hammer, so the only thing occupying the weight bench in the spare bedroom are homeless picture frames.
Only recently did my entertainment center and bookshelves find their rightful places, and that’s because my parents got tired of looking at them in the middle of the floor — I at least put the DVDs and books in their rightful places.
Like I said, moving is hard.
I’d like to excuse myself for the shambled state of my otherwise perfect apartment — I’m usually a clean person. I’ve never lived so far away from every single member of my family, and I’ve not met anyone yet I feel I could invite over just to watch TV or do nothing. At college, someone was always at my apartment, which is why it stayed so clean.
But let’s face it: Playing my guitar on the lawn for hours, or catching a double feature at the Ritz, are more enjoyable options than finishing my apartment.