I am a little more than a month away from moving to Idaho. Life is changing around me fast now. Each week brings news of my current place changing hands and breaking down. The market in Colorado has risen too high. Oh I could stay, if I downsized to a room in someone’s house, went back to welfare, back to where I was six years ago.
I said no.
I’m not sure what to expect. I have a place lined up, I have items ready to go, furniture I’m selling, and of course changing over my life bit by bit to be compatible with what is available in my new home.
For every step I take, the universe throws something at me. This week I have begun the process of switching banks from a local bank to a national bank. Of course the universe throws this apartment sale at me, which leaves the landlord unable to tell me the rent total this month. They want a check, instead of online pay, but new accounts don’t have checks. So get one from the bank they say. At a cost to me. No. I’ll pay them through the bank.
I can figure this out. Pay items through my old account. Maybe withdraw rent and pay through my old. Not sure. Rent money was supposed to go into my new account this month. FML.
Packing is hard enough. Do I keep this book? Give it away? What about this glass? This picture. Boxes pile up, and I am loath to pack somethings, things which I want to interact with every day.
Dogs don’t like change. Winnie has taken to lapping the boxes between bites of food. Gir cries every time a lid goes on box, wanting to check it for toys and treats.
I am uncertain but everything about this feels right. I’ll miss everyone terribly. I spend my weekends talking about tarot and writing. Where can I go to code with friends? Anime nights? Writing nights?
I guess I’ll have to find out.