Divisions and Precisions

Home

Finally. The movers came today and moved all my big stuff. The worst is over. And now I am so tired. I had to come to work today after moving, and I'm sitting at my desk trying not to fall asleep. But other than that... all is bliss. I could not believe how fast they moved everything! They had my stuff loaded onto the truck, moved, and unpacked in two hours. One of the movers (who kinda reminded me of Adam Sandler) called it a "cakewalk". Sure, for them maybe.

Before I came to work, I made sure to set up my bed and get it made (new comforter and sheets, woo!), and plug in all my lamps. Truth be told, that's about all I did. Oh, I set up my phone and answering machine. Thought about setting up my stereo, but I was just too tired. I hope to do that tonight. What's that you say? What about my computer? Heh. I took that over Friday night. It was the first thing of mine there, and the first thing set up. Useful, since I was stuck in the empty house Friday and Saturday nights. Also useful, because it meant there was nothing distracting me from packing at the old apartment yesterday.

That was sort of odd. I found myself getting nostalgic about the place. "I was here when such-and-such happened" or "I was here when I met so-and-so". And, truthfully, some of that nostalgia was connected to Hollingsworth as well. As frustrated and angry as he made me at the end, we had a good relationship for a long time. I kinda miss the good stuff now. I had a Melissa Etheridge CD in my stereo, and when "I Will Never Be The Same" came up on the randomizer, I started to cry. Not a big cry, just a little one, and all the while I was berating myself, "You don't have time for this, you have to pack!" I have a feeling it won't be the last time I cry over all of this.

And you swore that you were bound for glory
And for wanting you had no shame
But I loved you
And then I lost you
And I will never be the same

But I, I will never be the same
Oh I, I will never be the same
Caught in your eyes
Lost in your name
I will never be the same

Now why that made me cry I have no real idea... it doesn't fit my relationship with Hollingsworth at all. But then again, that's a song that can make me a little weepy on the best of days. But then again, it's a song about an unexpected relationship that changes the singer completely, and I have changed over the past five years. Of course, that's not all entirely because of Hollingsworth, but some of it is.

Anyway... this was supposed to be about my new place! Max was so upset with me when I got there today. I had to leave him there last night alone. When I got there, he was hiding behind one of the toilets yowling at me. When the movers starting bringing stuff in, he retreated to behind my computer. Once they left, he slowly started creeping around, checking out the familiar things in a mostly unfamiliar setting. By the time I left to come to work, he had moved through the entire house, and was moving from one flat surface to another, sprawling on each of them experimentally. I think he was trying to find just the right spot. While I was watching, he went to each of the tables in the living room and laid on each one for a few moments, then to my bed, then the kitchen floor, then the kitchen table. It'll be interesting to see when I get home where he ended up.

Home. *happysigh* And new bedding to sleep on. Which, at the rate I'm going, I'm going to fall into as soon as I get home. :)