Sunday Jun 19, 2005

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I am starting to get noticeable-to-other-people serious about moving rather than just in-my-head serious about moving. A box has been acquired. It sits now in a corner of my room, waiting to be useful. It's large. It's large and open in a very rude sort of way.
It can wait a while to be useful, no fair rushing me.

I will have to buy some comic boxes from work, then steal a bunch more general storage ones. Small general storage boxes that don't have such an attitude.

After I move I will start doing some things I really would like to be doing and some things that would be better for me if I started doing them. It will be the point where things will really start moving forward. That is the plan anyway.

Have to find a place near my work and around a certain managable amount of money I have in mind. Decided to get a place by myself, because that place with someone else that was a while ago never got a chance to work out because of drama.
It will be small and nice.

Moving. It's exciting thinking about it. Enough so that when I think "money" there is still some exciting left.


Moving.
facet5:
There is no deception.

ahem, anyway.

wrt moving and boxes. I am reminded of a couple of pagans who as the last 'ritual' in their old house, obtained a large empty box and invited anything that they shared the flat with to get in the box and come with them. They were hoping that the 'ironing' faeires would move with them.

How does Jerry feel about the move?
malina:
well... I hope it is able to get over it eventually... wink

if not, ah well... life's too short to dwell on it.

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