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Mon, Jun. 7th, 2004 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oyceterI dislike moving. More accurately, I despise it with every cell in my body. Not all the lifting of boxes and packing and trying to make sure everything fits in the trunk and then lugging it up three more flights of stairs while juggling the keys to open the door (though that sucks too). I hate seeing my formerly pretty apartment being torn down.
And while the new place is all nice and new (with washer/dryer), it's not my first apartment. Sigh. I get attached to things very easily. And it just looks so sad -- there's pretty much no furniture left, but all my stuff is still there, scattered all over the floor. Of course, only now do I realize that I took maybe a grand total of four pictures there. I have no visuals to remember the first place I lived by myself at all, and that makes me sad.
*sniff*
The nicer part is being able to unpack here and put everything together. Now I can try to figure out another way to organize my books and deal with the ever-present questions of: separate genres? separate trade pb/hc/mass market? English language manga with Chinese/Japanese manga? Will all my academic books fit in one shelf? That makes me slightly happier.
But I still am sad about my old apartment, despite the noise and the cabinets that never quite closed right. And this apartment's not quite my apartment because the boy's living here too. So we have small arguments over where to put stuff, and now I am wanting a place that is just mine so I can put stuff wherever.
Wah, getting teary and nostalgic now =(.
And while the new place is all nice and new (with washer/dryer), it's not my first apartment. Sigh. I get attached to things very easily. And it just looks so sad -- there's pretty much no furniture left, but all my stuff is still there, scattered all over the floor. Of course, only now do I realize that I took maybe a grand total of four pictures there. I have no visuals to remember the first place I lived by myself at all, and that makes me sad.
*sniff*
The nicer part is being able to unpack here and put everything together. Now I can try to figure out another way to organize my books and deal with the ever-present questions of: separate genres? separate trade pb/hc/mass market? English language manga with Chinese/Japanese manga? Will all my academic books fit in one shelf? That makes me slightly happier.
But I still am sad about my old apartment, despite the noise and the cabinets that never quite closed right. And this apartment's not quite my apartment because the boy's living here too. So we have small arguments over where to put stuff, and now I am wanting a place that is just mine so I can put stuff wherever.
Wah, getting teary and nostalgic now =(.
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Tue, Jun. 8th, 2004 10:38 pm (UTC)smart moving
Wed, Jun. 9th, 2004 03:35 am (UTC)(anlee)
Re: smart moving
Wed, Jun. 9th, 2004 05:30 pm (UTC)