I still don't know what I'm doing with my life, my job search, or anything, but I now have a storage unit. So far I have moved 2 or 3 carloads (remember I have a tiny car) of book boxes over to the unit, and, honestly, it doesn't look like I've made much progress on the heaps of boxes. I'm planning on hiring people and renting a truck to take the big stuff over, but I haven't worked any of that out yet or planned when it will happen, so I thought I might as well take a carload over every dawn before things get hot. I don't know why I do things this way. I just do.
I priced out storage units around the Bay Area (PODS was shitty and took a deposit and then decided to tell me they don't service my area THANKS A LOT GUYS YOU BETTER DAMN WELL REMOVE THAT CHARGE) and found out that a 10 x 10 runs about 200/month and for several places I'd have to put my name on a wait list and hope something would open in time. So I looked around here and found several that are open for 65 or 75/month. It makes the hauling around of crap much easier, if more prolonged. Eventually, my stuff will be over here, and I will be over there. What happens after that, I really have no idea. I'm just not dealing with this at all, which is to say, I'm dealing with it one box, and one problem, at a time. I sure hope everything ends up fitting in the 10 x 10.
I told my family --- sorta --- which means I came home and told everybody I got fired and burst into tears and left without answering any questions or going into any details. I think my sister thought I was joking when I told her that was my plan but nope, that is what I expected to do, and that's what I did. Except it felt even worse and more horrible than I expected it to. Now I am back here in The Hot Place, trying to get my head around what I told them, and they are at their places also getting their head around things and I hope that by the time I move back home I'll be able to talk about it or just move past the whole shebang without hashing it out, which honestly is what I'd prefer.
Anyway. My arms hurt. They just might fall off. And most of my stuff and boxes and furniture will not fit in my car. I will contemplate actually solving these problems later, when it becomes absolutely necessary. First I'm going to take a nap, and figure out how to read books on my iPad with no arms.
I'm sorry you're going through this. I hope you can find someone to help you move stuff.
There are advantages to a low cost of living area...good luck!
I'm sorry, too. I hope things turn around soon.
Reading books on iPad with no arms... if you have a bookstand, you can put it on there. I do that sometimes, but usually not for reading. More like, watching videos while folding laundry or something.
I'm sorry you're going through this. Take care.
Hugs. Many hugs and sparkling beverages, if those'd help.
Well it's hot out so sparkling beverages always help!
Virtual hugs! Plus sparkling beverages and a lot of purring from sun-warmed kitties who esteem you exactly as much or as little as they always did, because they are cats, and know what really matters...
Hi, I've been reading your blog for several months, and I'm de-lurking to offer my sympathies and my empathies too. I'm going through a slightly different version of this: I'm defending my dissertation in a few weeks, and then I'll be packing up my stuff in Hot, HOT grad school city, sticking whatever I can't fit in my car in storage, and then driving around 3000 miles across the continent to my parents' basement, which, though an option I'm thankful to have, is in a much more expensive area (but not hot!). Like pretty much everyone else, I've struck out on the job market this year. Those of my friends who haven't already left are staying in hot, cheap grad school city, mainly because of the cheapness, but even the adjunct work, which used to be pretty reliable, has totally dried up around here in the last 6 months. When they hear I'm moving, people get all excited and ask where I'm going: no, I didn't get a job. I'm not GOING anywhere, really. I'm just LEAVING.
I've been grimly amused reading your stuff the past few weeks. A lot of what you're going through has mirrored the decisions I've had to make, right down to the "Crap, storage is really expensive in home area, I guess I'll leave my stuff here."
Good luck hauling boxes. I'm really not looking forward to that again.
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