Moving Out

Friday was my last day of work and I have now sold, donated, packed, shipped or trashed all of my wordly belongings.

It has been somewhat stressful, but being the anal creature that I am it all went pretty smoothly and according to plans. I had been getting rather stressed about a few wayward bits that didn't seem to interest anyone but by Sunday everything but some curtains, a beat-up worktable and a living room chair (none of it in primo condition) were whisked away by various people. I had been keeping track of how much money I made from it all at first but got a bit frazzled and caught up with other stuff so didn't get an official tally. I think it was around $400 though (maybe even a bit more that that.) And $400 is about what I will have spent on moving supplies and shipping once all is done. So I came out about even.

In the end I emerged relatively unscathed from it all (discounting my mosaic of bruises.) The one significant casualty (so far, I should say - much has been shipped but not yet made it to CA safe and sound) was my lovely Chagal print which went careening down several flights of stairs, breaking beyond repair along the way. I also managed to have some sudden tweaking spasm in the neck/shoulder/back area. Through all the painting and packing and lugging boxes and furniture and what all here and there I was fine - probably because I'm so strong and powerful. The very last thing I did, as we were driving out of town, was drop my keys in my landlords mail slot and somehow something whacked out my neck/shoulder/back area and I've not been able to turn my head to the left or lift my right arm up above my head since. I don't really need to do those things at the moment though so all in all, I'd say the moving out went pretty well.

I am now just utterly exhausted. I don't think I realized how stressed and tired I was. I took a two hour nap yesterday when Ajay and I got to Endicott and was still feeling so tired I thought I was going to vomit. Amazing isn't it?? 8 hours of sleep has helped a bit but I still feel wasted.

Lukcily I'll have a week to rest and relax when I first get to India and Sweet Pea is still working. Rumor has it the temperature there is 108. Good god! I'll just have to hang out at home in the air conditioning sucking down cold Mango lassi.