Some things never change. Death, taxes, and moving are three. Some three and a half years ago, I wrote that “It's a difficult thing to pack up years of stuff and schlep
it about the countryside to a new home. I mean, the wife, pets, kids (if you have either), plus you. Think of all the pictures, memories, books, computer stuff, kitchen
utensils, toys, furniture and clothes that have to be sorted and packed.”
As I prepare to move across town, it's no easier.
Wait, I've changed my mind. (That is a woman's prerogative, after all.) In some ways it's easier, and in other ways, it's harder. It's easier because I can do it in stages,
and with the exception of the furniture, does not need a day, a truck, and a dozen people. A few items here and there, and in two or three weeks, you've moved. It gives
you a chance to set things up the way you want them the first time.
It's harder because it's hard to get motivated to pack until you get the keys to the apartment. I mean, I have things to do; I'm a busy woman. Stuff will get moved in
stages, not all at once, and that's simply how it'll have to be done.
“Now…apply being transsexual on top of it all. Wigs that need careful packing, plus femme clothes (and I have a lot of them), makeup, shoes…plus I'll need to sort
through all the above. All my kitchen stuff is packed, almost. (I have a bunch of my own cookware and recipes.) The knick-knacks are slowly getting wrapped in bubble
wrap and being put away.”
That hasn't changed, either. The fact is I have less in some respects to do there, because I never unpacked the cookware, I've sorted through and donated clothing I'm
not wearing, and I have less makeup right now. I'm due to go get some more, but will wait until after the move; it's not like I wear full makeup every day right now. (That's
also going to change soon; once things get settled down, I am having a makeup splurge.) And a lot of my knickknacks never got unwrapped, either. Many of the SO's
did, though…that's her issue, not mine, and her mom has been gracious enough to pack stuff for her.
“Part of any good moving process is going through your stuff and getting rid of things from way back when. The last few moves, it's been a case of `Toss it all in a box
and deal with it when you settle down somewhere.' Except that I haven't really settled in a place too long since leaving the Golden State.”
And since we have been living with her folks, I have three and a half years of stuff that I now have to sort through as well. I am still an inveterate packrat by nature; and
stuff I can toss will have to be tossed, memories or not. The rest of it…will get tossed in box, moved, and dealt with, finally.
The bottom line is this: “Moving is a pain. Moving as the woman I am is an even worse pain.”
