Coming Unmoored

My apologies for the lapse in entries recently. It was a bit of whirlwind closing down my place in Tucson and getting my possessions that survived The Great Purge to their respective locations in either Oregon or New Mexico. I’ve calculated that I’ve driven 3,000 miles in the past 10 days or so, which may explain why I really am not interested in seeing the inside of a car again anytime soon.

The drive to Portland was uneventful. U-Haul definitely builds their vans for comfort and adds lots of idiot-proof signs along the dash about things like parking brakes to save you from yourself. I split the 1,500 mile drive into three days and spent my time OD-ing on audiobooks. It took me a full day to drive through California but, with the orange and mandarin groves being in bloom, it was scenic and smelled divine. Things just got prettier and prettier in terms of scenery once I hit the Oregon border. Oregon is a beautiful state. I am really looking forward to living there.

The movers I booked in Portland through eMove.com didn’t have their act quite as together at the ones in Tucson. For starters, they tried to squeak in another move before mine oh-god-early Sunday morning. Then it turned out the woman had seriously underestimated how much stuff she had. We ended up having to push unloading my truck back by several hours.

On the plus side, though, they got done with my U-Haul in just under an hour. Both of the movers were hardcore jocks who literally RAN between the van and the storage unit with loads. And, my, were they pretty to look at. One of them is going off to play college football somewhere in California after the summer. Everything turned out okay in the end. My things are safely locked away in a storage unit two miles from the house.

I checked on progress of construction on my house, spoke with the contractors about the next phase of reconstruction, and then flew home the next day.

I had a week to say goodbye to friends, get rid of the rest of my furniture/art supplies, and to clean and close-up the place I’ve been renting in Tucson. Then I drove me and my remaining belongings out to stay at Charlie’s in New Mexico by way of Laughlin to say goodbye to friends at an event we had this weekend.

The plan is that I will be crashing at Charlie’s in Albuquerque until my own place is habitable. My job starts a week from Monday so I have a little downtime, now, to catch my breath. This is a Very Good Thing.

Rumi was profoundly (and LOUDLY) happy to see me. He’s still bouncing off walls two days later. Charlie swears the kitten was quiet and well-behaved while I was gone. I remain skeptical of this assertion.

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