Tetris

So big huge news most people know by now is that George and I have moved across the country from Solon, OH to Seattle, WA.

George hit the road ahead of me to get some non-mover-friendly items out and to check into the apartment, and I stayed behind to supervise movers in 2 days of packing, and 1 day of loading.

During all of this time packing & loading, it was my intent to keep the kitties isolated in one safe-room so that they would not get lost or injured. For the packing days, I just told the guys which room was the last they should touch, and asked them to give me a heads up when they were ready to go in so I could move my operation. On packing day, however, my question was “do you go room to room, or do you pack to fit?” The answer was Pack to Fit.

Amazing. Packing a moving truck is truly an artform. A giant game of Tetris. I gave them a tour, put the kitties in a bathroom from which I had removed all boxes, and let them do their thing. I walked around on a regular basis making sure nothing was left, that they were aware of fragile items or antiques, answering questions, and watching my belongings slowly disappear from the house in a seemingly random fashion. The rooms didn’t empty out piece by piece. Rather, they felt less and less cluttered until suddenly,

empty.

SO MUCH STUFF. Yet they somehow managed to get it all into their truck, with room for another house. I peeked into the truck and couldn’t really make out much of anything as it was all so carefully arranged into a solid block of blankets, cardboard and plastic wrap.

Damn.

One thing you have to understand. We had VERY short notice for our move. We moved far more than we should have…many things we don’t need, would have thrown out had remembered they were in that drawer…behind that chair…under the sink…but there was just no time.

So now my nightmares have begun. Woke up about 4 times last night…the song playing over and over in my head. I’m standing in the living room of my new house and these boxes and furniture are being carried in by mover after mover.

They turn the boxes about 4 or 5 different directions at my command to be able to neatly slide them in, but they keep coming.

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Until I am trapped, unable to move, in a house completely and tightly filled with boxes…the yard filled with other boxes, all askew as they were not appropriately rotated, and did not fit into the house.

And it was raining.

xo
en