For some crazy reason, probably having to do with too many things on my mind, I planned to move out of my apartment and put my things into storage over the Thanksgiving holiday.....? In a moment of supreme miscalculation, I imagined it would only take a few hours - a day at most - to move all of my things into the storage pod.
(Not familiar with the storage pod? This is a very cool concept! They drop the pod at your curb and leave it for a day or two. You put your things inside and lock it. They pick up the pod and take it to storage. Even cooler is the technology for dropping it off and picking it up. They never tilt! The video of how they do this is definitely worth watching... http://www.pods.com/zilla-video.aspx. I know...cheap thrills... We stood around watching in utter fascination.)
I have been packing, with the help of very good friends, for a couple of weeks, but everything takes so much longer than I anticipated. When does packing and moving ever fit into the time planned? For days, my mind is completely occupied with logistics, and various whining like, "I can't wait to finish this bloody project.", "Wow, am I tired!" and "Wow, does my body hurt!" But most of all, "Thank goodness for my friends and son...slogging it out with me...!" The whole thing is a marathon of boxes, bubble wrap, rope. Packing tape sticks to my fingers until they are sore.
Suddenly, we are finished. The apartment is empty. We are waiting for the truck to come pick up the POD for storage. Except for two suitcases, everything I own is in that POD. I have no home. No job. I am in free fall. I sit in my empty loft, smoking a cigarette and letting the feelings wash over me in waves....nostalgia, anticipation, fear, other things I cannot name.
The only clear thought I have is "Wow! You've really done it this time, Ollie"....