
over the past few days, small moments of “what am i doing?” have crept into my hum of moving, unpacking and getting settled. the quiet here gives me time to query, to think, and to just be by myself without feeling the collective psychic energy of thousands of other people living in close quarters around me. there is definitely a feeling of “space” out here i never felt in the city, as though i can draw a full breath without taking up someone else’s. i have not been so aware of this feeling before when hiking or traveling outside the urban, but am paying attention to it here as a new luxury.
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i have landed, and despite a few last minute odds and ends everything went as would be expected. the last three days have been spent moving, cleaning, and unpacking. the worst of it is now over, but the next two days will be spent unpacking still as i own a lot of stuff.
i will post more, and pictures of my new place tomorrow. it is very quiet here and when i turn out the lights at night it is actually dark. please feel free to call me over the weekend as i will be home and puttering about.
i am packed – i am ready – and tomorrow morning at 9 o clock the movers show up at my door and i am officially no longer from east vancouver. you will know when the header says “blogging the collapse from roberts creek” that i have arrived.
i am burned out from moving things around and stressing about last minute details – but i wanted to post to let y’all know it’s really happening. firetrap has written a rather kind bit about my move on her blog, it almost made me cry (which isn’t hard these days)….
moving is having a greater impact on my emotional well-being than i care to admit.
i have been saying goodbye and goodbye and goodbye to all the little things that have made my world for the past 9 years – turks on saturday morning, the shops where i know the owners, the people i see on my way to work whose names i have never known. small things, to be replaced by others – but a settling sadness inescapable when one has had a great love for their neighbourhood at some time in their life (and for most of my time in this place, i have). east vancouver brought me from adolescence into adulthood and has provided a startling and colourful backdrop for so many major events in my life – it’s hard to part with that which has been a support and a comfort, even in all its noise and odour.
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i got very drunk last night, and spent over an hour arguing with a linguistics phd student who is all of 24 years old about his role in doing language work in first nations communities, and i smoked a cigarette. margot and the two stephs and i made fun of the young student and then i went home.
i felt very ill this morning and i have done no packing today.