My head is above water (gurgle, gulp). We can feed and clothe the young, do laundry, and sleep in beds. These are my only criteria for functionality after moving.
Yesterday, I found my desk and all my writing files (well, most of my writing files). My books are on their shelves, so I feel fully human again.
Did you know that May first used to be a general moving day in some cities? Everyone banded together, I guess; said: “Hey, let’s all live in chaos together!” Here’s more about that.
We have moved seven times in 13 years of marriage. Some moves were optional, most were not. Yes, I’ve learned a lot about moving. Here’s what I know for sure:
~The worst thing to have to move is dirty laundry. The second worst thing to have to move is the stack of boxes you haven’t unpacked yet from the last time you moved.
~There are some things that must be in their place(s) before you can feel fully human again (for me: my books). This is irrational. Unpack those things first anyway.
~Even though you put the bedding in a special bin, in a special place, so you’ll be able to find it right away and start making the beds as soon as possible, you won’t be able to find the bedding for at least the first day or two.
~If you happen to cohabit with a romantic partner, you will have different ideas about what the highest unpacking priorities are (me: books, kitchen stuff, bedding, kids clothes; him: TV, power tools). Best to accept this and forge ahead.
~Paper plate use is fully sanctioned during the seven day period before and after a move.
~You will not find the library book you’re sure is somewhere and you know you’ll find at some point.
~You will find a bazillion lego pieces.
~You have three partially-used bottles of molasses. Trust me, you do.
~Whoever coined the term “dust bunnies” has not seen my old house once emptied of furniture. Dust bunnies? Try dust woolly mammoths.
~Post-move chaos is best treated with a judicious combination of chocolate, the occasional glass of wine in the evening, and enough sleep. And also chocolate.
~No dwelling will change your life, but some feel better, somehow, than others.
I’m looking forward to being a working poet again soon. I’m happy to have a few deadlines coming up — reasons to leave the unpacked boxes unpacked and dive back into work. Meanwhile, you’ll excuse me while I set out the paper plates and cups and begin to feed the young. Thanks for reading. It’s good to be back in this little room for poetry.