6 posts tagged “moving out”
It's strange.
I mean, it just feels strange.
As a little kid I used to think that my hometown'd just be too small for me, not up to snuff, and I'd think of Helsinki as some sort of Grand Gateway to the World - a welcome but somewhat arbitrary respite on my way to taking over ( and out) the World. I wasn't gullible by any means; I didn't think good things would just come to me just as long as I got there...
... and now I am. Here, that is. Surprisingly, it wasn't even anti-climactic; far from it, actually.
The first university-week's almost over, I've got most ( if not all) of my courses planned out for this fall, and I'm starting to get the hang of all this higher education-stuff.
How do I feel?
Well, like quite a lot of things, really; elated, scared, inferior, lonely, euphoric, proud - but mostly bewildered.
There are just a lot of things here that have to get done - by me - and I'm starting to wonder how everyone else throughout history's managed. But then again, you live and learn, and even if I mess up this semester it's not going to be the end of the world.
But I still get the feeling that I'm being taught by people far too over-educated where a significantly inferior substitute would do. I'm still trying to get the hang of my more basic academic skills, and yet here I am, taking courses I have no prior understanding of ( and quite probably, no understanding afterwards, either), trying to pin down when and where my lectures etc. are, and on top of all that, learning both Russian and Japanese on the side!
And yet, after all that, I feel great: I'm priviledged; I have the liberty, not the obligation to be here, taking all these courses, classes and lectures.
Hell, I finally feel like I'm gonna be somebody!
... And yet it's not quite enough for me, not yet. But more about that in a year or two...
After finally getting a few days of real relaxation ( mostly thanks to my now immobile left leg), it's finally time to pack up and leave.
Well, leave anyway, since I've packed all of the stuff I'm supposed to carry there myself - and let me tell you, it ain't exactly "just a few leftover bits and pieces". Most of the stuff's been at the apartment since Friday, already, but due to some stuff having needed to "get dunn" before I left, I wasn't able to move out myself, 'til now.
... Actually, I was still waiting for a local dealer to give me a ring concerning a modem I bought, but since I'll be leaving on the next train, I guess I'll just have to live without Internet for a few weeks, since I won't be able to pick it up until I come back home - which should be 'round the time my sister gets married. Oh well, I'm sure Internet can cope without me for a few weeks.
Oh, and I ain't got no TV, either.
It's settled: I simply haven't accumulated enough stuff yet. Moving all of my stuff to the new crib ( in terms of size) went awfully efficiently and, moreover, painlessly.
It's like you've already gotten your mind over the fact that you're going to have to go through that colonoscopy, only to find out that it was actually mildly pleasant. Not exhilarating, pleasant.
Not much to talk about there, really since there's still some stuff missing ( mainly me), but there's definitely something worth mentioning.
Remember this? Well, ladies and gentlemen, you are now looking at the proud owner ( -to-be) of The Sofa, and above all for a price that surprisingly didn't require the sacrifice of three firstborn goats on the winter solstice. Strangely, after a few well chosen words ( and accompanying legal and other threats), they agreed to sell it off pretty close to my asking price - which is saying pretty much, since at one point I think I required them donating me one...
Of course, seeing as I am yet not in actual posession of Teh Sofa, they still pretty much have my nuts in the grinder, and I expect it to arrive somewhere between the second coming of Jesus and the Mayan Apocalypse...
I have to be honest with you: not having moved out of the house before left me with quite a bit too much "it'll get dunn" attitude and far too little experience to actually back it up.
That being said, I still found it myself being able to pack my "shit" up surprisingly fast - which either means that I actually am hella-fast, or that I simply don't have enough of said "shit" to actually be able to get a burnout from simply packing up.
Anyway,
seeing as tomorrow will mostly be filled with blood, sweat, a few tears, two angry neighbors and a burnout just waiting to happen, I thought I'd give a slight heads up.
God I suck at writing good beginnings for these things...
But shitty openings aside, you wouldn't believe the things you actually find when you're forced to go through every nook and cranny while having to admit that no, you have no idea why you've saved that... thing. So I thought I'd share.
First off - embarassing photos. Tucked in between the pages of the closest thing I have to Wikipedia ( some people cal them encyclopedias) I found a delightfully embarassing picture of myself, taken by myself, aprox. twelve-thirteen years old, wearing the silliest hat I ever did see ( which I found later on), sporting shades, a screaming face and flaring gangsigns which none of us probably know the actual meaning to. Embarassing in its own right, what I found hilarious was the fact that the kid, ie. moi, was short and slightly chubby, absolutely devastating the small amount of credibility that picture had before I'd decided to slap that hat on.
... No, I won't post it on Vox. In fact, I'm not quite sure where I put it. Luckily...
Moving on.
Actually, no. See, I also found a camera; one of those old, "shoot the whole roll full and then have it developed. Scary thing is, the roll of film seemed full, and was ( as some of you may have deduced already) not developed. The whole fact that I have a roll of undeveloped photos with ( quite probably) incriminating evidence of some kind against someone ( now whose room did I find it in, hmh?) , so simply having it developed is starting to seem like an overwhelming task - not that I'm afraid of what might be in there or that developing them is quite expensive; I just can't take having the cashier lady at the photobooth go "BWAHAH!" when I come back to get them...
While rummaging through the cupboard under the sink I found even more interesting things. Among others, a few packs of Wunder-baums, reminders from my 18th birthday, an obviously broken cd... thingy for computers and my old hip flask, complete with unidentifiable, non-fecal ( though probably still lethal) contents. The fact that it most closely resembled crude oil or that it smelled like your average Chinese restaurant didn't really bother me, but when it started making strange sounds I decided to see if it still had any alcohol in it - enter lighter.
Y'know what? It did.
Now, after sanitizing the flask and having had the local priest come and exorcise any leftover malevolence from it, I'm pretty sure it's safe to drink from it - not that I'm gonna be the one to test it!
... So it's a good thing I have a housewarming party coming up.
See this sofa? This sofa is a wonderfully dimensioned 3-seater, able to be turned into a double bed. It is the most comfortable sofa I've ever had the privilege to sit on, and it fits into my apartment immaculately. Plus, it looks gorgeus, especially in white. It's even reasonably affordable, even for my ( somewhat dubious) bank account.
The catch?
It's no longer for sale. At least not in white.
The only piece of furniture I've ever actually had dreams about, and had been an absolute must-buy once I'd move out, and now you're telling me I can't get it?
I went to the dealer who used to sell them, asking them if there was any chance of blackmail and/or other which would further me in my quest for the Ultimate Sofa ( yes, it was that comfy), and quite quickly I had another salesman ( actually -woman) offering to part with her own Sofa for a ( manageable yet quite high) price. Me not diving head first into the midst of Professional Haggling ( I'm a veritable athlete when it comes to that, just ask my sis) was simply because she wasn't selling a white one.
The white one really ties the room together, see?
Of course, since over-the-counter shopping seems to be failing, I'm being forced to resort to the Amnesty International-approach - that, of course, being the complete and utter bombing of e-mails to both the company who makes them, potential dealers as well as several relatives ( would you believe we have the same taste in sofas?).
Of course, should that approach fail, other measures can ( and will) be taken. More on that as the plot thickens, the quest ventures further and the restraining orders have been received.
While trying to come up with something remotely serious to rant about today ( mainly to get my mind off of ... things), I realized that today's actually the 28th. Nothing special with that per se, but being July it means that I've now held my job for a full half year.
The implications of that should not, of course, be instantaneously obvious to the rest of you, 'cept of course for the very good things it's been doing for my finances.
Apart from that, it means that I've got less than two weeks left before I finally quit, which means I'm a month away from finally starting my university-studies, which then again means that I finally need to move out - which means I'm scared absolutely shitless.
Not to say that I'm scared of moving out; far from it. The thing is that I'm still not quite sure what I'll be leaving behind ( both physically and emotionally) since I'm moving so ( relatively) far away.
Then again, maybe I shouldn't be worrying about that kind of stuff; maybe I should just do what regular people do: let it hit me in the dead of winter, forcing me to cower in the corner with nothing to comfort me except for a bucket of Phish Food and a feelgood-movie. Y'know, like any sane human being would?
And, I mean, let's be serious: I'll be meeting a whole lot of new people, I'll get to extensively explore the capital and I'm set for a job which promises little ol' overly ambitious me both a hefty paycheck and a good deal of power; if not, I'll be ripping both of those out from the spines of my fellow men, so you'd all be better off to offer me both from the get-go. Got it?
But other than being a day of slight existential crisis ( one in a line of many), today's also the unbeatable Suck that is Monday; more exactly, today's the Monday when most people at work come back from their holiday, which means my workload got cut to about ¼ of what I'd been forced to get used to during the time that they weren't at work - unfortunately, this also meant that the only foreman I honestly hate at work, also came back.
Not that I have a thing against the man, but if he keeps calling out "Hey, boy!" to me for much longer I'm seriously going to insert a 2-by-4 to his face at roughly 90mph.
*sigh* Oh well, back to watering the plants...
