7 26 am pdt [ a fresh start ]
It didn't really strike me until we were looking at
apartments yesterday. We're moving.
We not only have to move the amount of "stuff" that all
humans seem to accumulate (though I seem to accumulate at a vastly
accelerated rate despite all my efforts not to). The only real change
since we moved in is an amassment of furniture. Matthew had a couch, bed,
and large tv. Dreaded IKEA provided us with a coffee table, an end table, a dining room
table with six chairs, a huge bookshelf lovingly referred to as "the
Enormo", a wire shelving unit, a wire computer stand, and two armoirs.
We'd have more if we could have afforded it, as I am hugely enamored with
their strange plant stands (which I think they've discontinued). And
though I know they are wildly impracticle, I am still drawn (after several
years!) to have a few BENNO cd towers ("holds 180 CDs, 88 DVDs or 40 videos" so I would
need at least two just for music and then another for dvds; the videos --
mostly my
Alfred Hitchcock collection -- can remain stored on the Enormo).
We're already at the point where we may have trouble
finding a place big enough for all of our cheap Swedish furniture.
But there's a different kind of moving I've realized
I'll have to do. I'll have to change my links to Jack Lond Square and
Piedmont Theatre movie times to whatever our new local theatre will be.
I'll have to set aside the horrribly neglected Piedmont Avenue project and take
up the El Camino Real and/or Castro Street projects. I'll have to note
that the closest Familly
History Center is at 1300 Grant Road in Los Altos.
I have to adjust myself to a new locale.
It was exactly a year ago that Matthew and I spent the
day looking at nearly a dozen apartments. How many more times will we
repeat this ritual before we buy a home? How many times will we adjust?
How much stuff will we have accumulated?
