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The Experiment Begins
Jul. 26th, 2014 10:18 pmThis morning, after I took care of some farmer's market and housemate duties, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scrottie helped me pack all of my large furniture objects into a moving pod. The plan is for stuff to stay in the moving pod for a couple of months, while I figure out where I will be going next. Presumably, Nebraska, but it seems unwise to me to haul all my worldly possessions there without knowing, with slightly higher certainty, where or not I'll have employment. Renting storage space in a moving pod is only marginally more expensive than space in a storage facility, in the event that any of you ever wind up having to weigh the various options.
I then spent the rest of the afternoon shoving boxes in every single nook and cranny of the pod. If packing boxes is like a game of Tetris, then Moving Pod Tetris is the hardest, highest level, and the progression feels quite similar to whenever you reach the level where the pieces just keep coming way too fast and you can't quite keep up.
I had to force myself to stop and rest a couple of times. It's pretty warm out these days. Pickles and refrigerated water tasted good.
However! I managed to pack ~97% of the stuff I intended to pack in the pod, in the pod. I'd ordered two, just in case, but one will do. I hope it weighs under the maximum 2500 pounds. Otherwise, I suppose I can claim that I actually *do* own a TON of stuff!
And now, for the next four months, I'll live with a simplified subset of my possessions. I have this feeling that part of me is going to appreciate the simplicity. However, I'm pretty certain that another part of me is going to regret having packed away the blender.
Perhaps the pod-packing will persuade me that I can get rid of the four boxes full of academic publications, too. It has been a tough call to make - I've hand-written notes on many of the pubs, and some of them aren't available electronically, so they really do deserve a thorough going-over before tossing the bulk to the recycler.
I also keep thinking about The Little House on the Prairie, and other stories of homesteading in the US. I suspect a covered wagon is much, much smaller than a moving pod. So, where did all the stuff come from, this time around? I can't take it with me, in the end, so someone will eventually wind up having to go through all of it, unless I spare them the chore by keeping things simple.
But then - many of the objects are reminders of memories, or art pieces, or tools for the kitchen or otherwise. At least some deserve to stay.
scrottie helped me pack all of my large furniture objects into a moving pod. The plan is for stuff to stay in the moving pod for a couple of months, while I figure out where I will be going next. Presumably, Nebraska, but it seems unwise to me to haul all my worldly possessions there without knowing, with slightly higher certainty, where or not I'll have employment. Renting storage space in a moving pod is only marginally more expensive than space in a storage facility, in the event that any of you ever wind up having to weigh the various options.I then spent the rest of the afternoon shoving boxes in every single nook and cranny of the pod. If packing boxes is like a game of Tetris, then Moving Pod Tetris is the hardest, highest level, and the progression feels quite similar to whenever you reach the level where the pieces just keep coming way too fast and you can't quite keep up.
I had to force myself to stop and rest a couple of times. It's pretty warm out these days. Pickles and refrigerated water tasted good.
However! I managed to pack ~97% of the stuff I intended to pack in the pod, in the pod. I'd ordered two, just in case, but one will do. I hope it weighs under the maximum 2500 pounds. Otherwise, I suppose I can claim that I actually *do* own a TON of stuff!
And now, for the next four months, I'll live with a simplified subset of my possessions. I have this feeling that part of me is going to appreciate the simplicity. However, I'm pretty certain that another part of me is going to regret having packed away the blender.
Perhaps the pod-packing will persuade me that I can get rid of the four boxes full of academic publications, too. It has been a tough call to make - I've hand-written notes on many of the pubs, and some of them aren't available electronically, so they really do deserve a thorough going-over before tossing the bulk to the recycler.
I also keep thinking about The Little House on the Prairie, and other stories of homesteading in the US. I suspect a covered wagon is much, much smaller than a moving pod. So, where did all the stuff come from, this time around? I can't take it with me, in the end, so someone will eventually wind up having to go through all of it, unless I spare them the chore by keeping things simple.
But then - many of the objects are reminders of memories, or art pieces, or tools for the kitchen or otherwise. At least some deserve to stay.
