From last night:
Taking a break from packing. Tomorrow I drive too many things to a storage container that is too far away. I packed my map of the Greater Vancouver Area. Damn. I am starting to hate owning things. Why do I have 6 tall blue glasses when I am only…(looks)…one person? Other things of note in the move:
- this morning a couple picked up my dresser and filing cabinet. I helped them down the stairs and then stood at the front entrance while they, in the pouring rain, worked at getting the dresser in their sedan. I almost walked out to help but the man said, “oh don’t worry, you’ll wet”. I stood there, watching, until they had both things in the car. I waved goodbye and said, “have a good day!”. At that moment I realized that I had transferred furniture emotional attachment to the people buying the furniture. They were suddenly my best friends. I might have creeped them out.
- I have some boxes from Public Storage. During a packing lull, I was staring at the French side of the box - “Entrepôt Public”. We had a l’Entrepôt in my grade 8 classroom. It was a very small room with shelves and textbooks. It’s only today that I realize that Entrepôt is storage. I always thought that l’Entrepôt was…The Entrepôt Funny how you accept words in another language without ever knowing the meaning.
There are maybe, 4 more boxes of things to pack. Still, every 20 minutes I find something that I missed. Packing feels neverending.