Is This Real?

Yesterday was a long and exhausting day that exponentially increased my stress level beyond the already high level that I am generally comfortable with on a regular basis. I woke up early to have a productive Sunday in preparation for the big road trip that is the first part of my move to Seattle. I had a potential buyer coming to see the dresser for sale and another confirmed buyer that wanted my desk. I made myself some coffee and got to it - rearranging my entire apartment and taking everything out of closets, cupboards, and the storage unit space. After selling the dresser I began to take apart my lovely desk which only irritated me more as it was a pain in the ass to take apart in large part due to the huge pieces of glass that sit on top of the wood. And to add insult to injury this buyer - my only interested buyer in my desk - was only paying me $120 for the desk that originally cost me over $700. That hurt. But it is what it is and I cannot take it with me in my tiny Nissan so I justified in my mind that $120 is more than $0 so apart the desk came. It was about that time that I started to survey what was left because at this point I only have my bed and TV stand remaining of the things I wanted to sell. Everything else left in the apartment either needs to fit in the Sentra or needs to be donated. And wow, that is when I started to freak out. I have a lot of shit. When I originally came up with this plan to just sell my furniture and fit my life back into my Nissan for the move I thought it would be fairly easy because I had done it before. When I moved from Tallahassee, FL to Baltimore, MD for my first permanent job with my agency I had arrived to Baltimore with just my car and my belongings packed inside. So clearly I could do this again. I somehow forget to include in that equation that 4 1/2 years has passed since that time and I have acquired significantly more possessions. Somehow I am going to make this work. So I allowed myself to freak out a bit and then I had a beer. It is the Davis way anyhow. My father arrived to help me move the desk to the guy's house that was buying it and then the rest of the day was spent grabbing some food, talking through the remaining tasks, and organizing more of my house into piles. I figured I might end up needing to ship a few boxes of things too because I just don't know if it is all going to fit. Remind me not to move across the country ever again. I am not leaving the west coast once I get there. Today I hope the people that wanted to bed are coming to take that away from me and I get to enjoy air-mattress sleeping a week earlier than I was thinking but a sale is a sale. I also hope to offload the TV stand and donate even more stuff to Goodwill. I am also thinking I am going to start to pack items that I don't need access to this week and get a better feel for what I have to work with. Oh the joys of moving...