It’s moving day. Again.
The big (furniture) moving day isn’t until Friday. But my work schedule means that moving starts now.
Despite the trail of addresses I’ve left around this town I am not a fan of moving. It’s expensive, it’s a hassle, it requires calling in favors. Even so I’m looking forward to my new apartment. A search wasn’t even completed to find this place. I lived near the complex for almost five years. I even looked at the apartment a year ago. When it became evident…apparent…obvious…crystal clear that I could not stay in my present place only one place made the top ten list. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a new apartment, but I’m going to layer on even more.
Here is a list of things I will not miss.
• I will not miss the trees that dripped sap onto my brand new car. Sap that I cannot remove.
• I will not miss my crazy neighbor whose angry screaming I heard morning, day and middle of the night. Bipolar, schizophrenic I’m not trained to tell.
• I will not miss my neighbors that I never met. Neighbors that couldn’t bother to be neighborly.
• Or the fluorescent kitchen light that rarely worked.
• Nor the bathroom fluorescent light that needed a few minutes to warm up.
• I will not miss the memories. Both the memories too many and too few.
• I will not miss the pool because the new place has one too.
• The mold that supposedly did not exist cannot be missed. Which means I cannot miss the unwasheable shoes, the bags, the baskets that made their way into the dumpster.
• The carpet is happily dismissed.
• I will not miss holding open the oven door with my foot. Perhaps my legs will miss the exercise and balance training, but a hot oven door that lays flat instead of popping shut is certainly for the best.
• I will miss the kitchen faucet.
• I will miss the closets.
• I will miss the porch.
• I will greatly miss the built in bookcases, the quick commute, the trees that shaded and cooled.
• I will miss the low electric bill.
• I will miss the memories…all.
• I will not miss this place.