not me
Or a reasonably facsimile, thereof. Eventually.
Having recently moved a house-full of stuff into one room, I’m still unpacking. And trying to find places to put stuff. Where I can find it when needed.
Ay, there’s the rub. Finding stuff. You see, my new efficiency studio flat bedroom does not have a central overhead light. I’ve three lamps, two of the standing variety, one of which needs rewiring. And the one lamp is only accessible in a far corner, behind numerous boxes and plastic totes. I have to remind myself to leave the bathroom light on and the door ajar to find my way to the bedside table lamp. Or use flashlights, after dark.
Last night I was getting ready to retire, and thought I’d shave first, as I feel better swimming in the AM having done so. But alas, no new razors (which I’d just purchased last week) could be found, due to the multitude of boxes, coupled with the lack of proper lighting!
So, I guess I’ll take my stubble for a quick swim this morning. Sigh.
(I know this is just a minor annoyance, and that the issue will eventually be resolved, but last night I was ticked. I hate not being able to find what I need when I need it. Guess I’d better get cracking on unpacking.)
NOW, where to put stuff…?
I can certainly sympathize after 40 lifetime moves (Marine brat and Navy wife), and even though it is too late for you this time, I’ll share one of the more valuable things I learned.
Just as some of us have “bug out bags,” I kept a “survival kit” during all those moves. Quite often, our boxes and things wouldn’t catch up to us for days (and once for two weeks!), so having the essentials with us and available was not really an option.
In addition to a duffel bag (one for each person) with essential clothing, toiletries and medicine, a box was maintained with a cheap coffee maker, coffee and so forth, paper plates and disposables, a sauce pan and small frying pan and attendant utensils. A clock/timer and box of matches usually rounded this out, though there were many variations over the years. Another box of food was always kept packed too, mostly non perishable.
We often arrived in the middle of the night or on a weekend, and some remote stations did not offer much in the way of grocery stores…
It was not an easy way of life, and I’m glad to be retired and settled. But I can tell you I could pack to move within 24 hours, if necessary. Just pray I never have to.
Posted by MamaLiberty | August 22, 2012, 8:13 amThankfully, I have no expectations of having to move again (knock-on-wood).
I’ve moved eight times in my 59 years, and that’s enough!
Of course, one never knows. Thanks for the tips!
Posted by guffaw1952 | August 22, 2012, 8:32 amWe moved 13 times in our first 9 years of marriage; it wasn’t much fun, after awhile. I’m surprised there’s no light switch by the door in your room. If there is, it would control the top receptacle in one of the two outlets closest to the door.
If not, then never mind.
Posted by Rev. Paul | August 22, 2012, 9:03 amUnderstood. The problem is moving the lamp close enough to the outlet, whist restricted by the furniture placed there by necessity.
I’ll figure it out, somehow.
Thx.
Posted by guffaw1952 | August 22, 2012, 9:52 am