The realtor and landlady had moved on, leaving a few hours of quiet before the movers arrived. My strategy is always to take a quick ‘daily living’ inventory: as I go through my imagined, typical day, what would I reach for that is missing? The “Ikea List” starts to take form: a worktable for an empty corner, some drawers for the bedroom, a laundry hamper and a bit of shelving for the bathroom. Rearrange things in the cupboards to make space for food; move all of the bedding and towels out of the bedroom to make room for clothes.
At sunset the movers arrived, squeezed into the bikepath, and started dragging everything upstairs. A chaos of boxes quickly accumulated…
I always start by finding who’s in charge and getting things organized. In this case, the strategy was to get boxes into the appropriate rooms, get things out of them, and get the packing material out of the apartment. Order emerged.
The guys did a great job, and, after they left, the real work of finding places for everything continued long into the night. By morning, recognizable outlines of a new home had begun to emerge.
This will take time to complete, but I think I’m going to enjoy the new environment. The river was misted over this morning, steaming placid and cold…its going to be a whole personality to learn, along with the rhythms of the streets and the habits of the new neighbors.
But it’s so good to be moved ahead in life, finally.