I really haven't talked about my move last fall. It was pretty much hell. No, that's wrong. At least hell is predictable what with the whole it's hell thing. We had less the three months to move (we were forced out, bought out?) and during that time everything that could go wrong did. My mother spent about 3/4 of that time in the hospital. I spent the entire time freaking out, tossing things in bags and boxes, and popping xanax. There was a storm and a tree decided to hit the power box a month before we were to move. The lights in the kitchen no longer worked. The water heater died, and the pump was on it's last leg, taking a shower was more of standing under a dribble of water then anything else. The ac died, I broke my nose and three toes. The movers, that assured us they would move some of my father's tools and my piano, showed up, and said no, we don't do that. We had to get cars towed (thanks to npr, it was no problem), and figure out what to do with the cats, and we had just finished clearing out my grandfathers house when we had to move. So a house with a bunch of crap from another house and the crap you have from living in a house for almost 2 decades is a LOT of crap. In the move, what happened was almost all of my clothes and all my shoes, save the pair I was wearing was tossed out. I lost yarn, knitting needles, books I wanted to give to my future kids, all my jewelery, you name it, I lost it. I pretty much wanted to have a nice long breakdown towards the end. I still don't know how I didn't
I thought it was over. I thought I could move on. But this past month has just been one crappy thing after another. I've been slowly unpacking things, and finding more things that are ruined. I found a bag that had some yarn for my beekeeper blanket, and all my puffs (about 50) trashed. They had gotten soaked and grew mold, and couldn't be saved. Boxes of my books got ruined. And yesterday, I found a bag with the rest of the yarn for my hexipuff blanket, some dvds (my true blood dvds, a few books, almost all of my cds, and some socks I had knit. All ruined. The socks were shreds. The bag that I thought had been in the garage, was left outside, and it got destroyed. I'm pretty much heartbroken over the socks and the puffs, and the rest of the stuff can be replaced, slowly, but surely.
I posted on facebook about what happened, and A few people have asked about what was ruined/lost. I've been making a list so I know what I need to replace. If you have anything on it, and don't want it anymore, I might be able to buy it from you. This list is just a small amount of what I've lost, and sadly, I'll probably be adding more to it as I unpack more things. It doesn't say that almost all my mugs are gone, or things like that, but I have to start somewhere. If you have something, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
The list can be found here.
To end this rather emo blogpost, I want to share what I've been telling myself since this whole thing started. It's one of my favorite quotes.