moving me

It's the weirdest experience sitting around on my ass while movers gently wrap, pack and load my stuff. I've long awaited this day, when I wouldn't have to bribe friends with pizza and beer or try to balance various items on my lone back (I've actually carried a mattress like that before). And now that day is here. I scored a job with more than adequate moving expenses and I get to kick back and wait while three relatively quiet professionals tend to my home goods.

But the waiting is a bit awkward as well. It isn't quiet enough for me to take a nap or do any substantive writing (current blog entry notwithstanding). Plus I have to be alert enough to look up every now and then and make sure they are not packing the "stay" items or to respond when the petite one with the West Indian lilt asks "Does this go?" So I have the drone of the tv as background noise and the distraction of my laptop for surfing the net or ... writing a blog entry. Hopefully they'll be quick (as I've heard rumored) and I can bask in the solace of an almost empty apartment.