10th Circle of Hell

There are a few things in life that put me in an extremely volatile, irrational, angry, sad, horrible state of existence. One is the thought of any entity beneath me in water. For that reason, I don't go on whale-watching tours, or think about underwater mountains and crevaces. Easy enough. This week, however, I have found myself fully submersed in something even more hateful than an underwater environment. Oh yes, it's that bad.

I'm moving again.

I hate moving. Not only that - I would even argue that moving is right up there with drug/alcohol abuse as a ruiner of lives. It turns all of us against one another. Harsh words are exchanged, attitudes are thrown about without regret, muscles are flexed, and regularly adorable, pleasant people like myself find themselves perspiring in public and suffering from raging outbursts.

To raise the stakes even higher...I'm moving in with my newf. BIG. FREAKING. DEAL.

Now, we started packing on Friday. It is now Wednesday and the work has been steady all week. Boxing, taping, lugging, driving, unpacking, cleaning. We have made well over 15 trips with numerous cars loaded with stuff. The worst part? WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED MY STUFF YET!

With a childhood split between The Netherlands and Nova Scotia, I got used to travelling light, i.e. throwing away 30% of my belongings with each move. For that reason, I might be able to muster together two full carloads max. We're basically cross-breeding a minimalist and a avid collector lacking any collection criteria.

I am staring a year of coexistence with a packrat and must say, I'm a little nervous.


On a happier note, is everyone going to Zombies for Humanity? Shaun of the Dead is being screened one night only (August 9, $10) at the Oxford Theatre in support of Habitat for Humanity. A hilarious movie, a good cause - what more do you need?