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Moving - Sing With Me If It's Just For Today...
If I should fall behind, Guyster, wait for me.
guysterrules
guysterrules
Moving
This weekend was tough, all right. I woke up this morning, woozy and disoriented, bright sunlight coming in from the wrong angle, the bed facing the wrong way, the ringing phone in the wrong place. My back hurts, my feet are sore, and here I am, in my new apartment where nothing is in its right place.

My new Maryland view from the fourteenth floor is pastoral on one side; the oranges, reds, browns of autumn in a thick blanket. The urban hustle of the Metro and a construction site form another angle. Living in a corner unit affords the new home sunlight from all sides, as much time as daylight savings will allow. It’s a good building, not as finely finished as my old place in the city; the one so close to the White House where a good loogy could almost hit it. It’s now a seven-minute walk to my office. I’ll no longer have to take that bumpy ride down 16th Street with my twenty-minute Howard Stern fix, and a Big Gulp.

The new place is smaller; there are far less places to put the things I need to see. In the old place, I had a huge walk-in closet that allowed room for my framed gifts from Billy, his nuttiness in full view. There wasn’t a place I could walk in the old apartment where I wouldn’t catch a glimpse, or a wink and nod from my Guyster.

I’m not sure if I can find the same configuration here; sharing it with him, equal space for an equal partner.

This move wouldn’t have been possible, or bearable, without Joe. He’d just kept packing while I was in the corner, clutching a memory, crying. I played out the exact moment of Billy bopping me over and over again with the green stuffed play-hammer that makes a cartoony boing. He’d cashed in his skeeball tickets, bopping me with the glee of an eight-year old while we walked on the Santa Monica pier after his birthday dinner. Reading an email from the late October before, so beautiful in its normalcy, brought me to a halt for some time.

And there was Joe, selflessly working with the knowledge and sensitivity of how delicate this all was for me.

I took off work today to unpack. I’m looking around at all of the unpacked boxes; my new place a one bedroom version of Charles Foster Kane’s warehouse. I’ll go through box after box until I find my Rosebud.
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backawayslowly From: backawayslowly Date: November 1st, 2004 08:21 am (UTC) (Link)
It’s now a seven-minute walk to my office.

As IF you'll ever walk it!
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 11:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Why would I waste seven minutes when it's only a two minute drive?
backawayslowly From: backawayslowly Date: November 1st, 2004 11:14 am (UTC) (Link)
don't you try that "tough guy icon" crap with me, buddy. you're not foolin' ANYONE.
cricketshay From: cricketshay Date: November 1st, 2004 08:34 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you have Joe for support. *hugs*
privatesector From: privatesector Date: November 1st, 2004 09:21 am (UTC) (Link)
You are SO lucky to have Joe's support, (no prejudice here ;<) ) and, as someone who is also going through the moving process, I don't know whether it's best to do it all in one fell swope, as you have experienced (unpacking's another issue) or to have it drawn out, interminably, as we have been experiencing.

It's always disconcerting to be somewhere other than where you expected to be first thing in the morning. Or anytime.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 11:01 am (UTC) (Link)
I know! I can barely find my foot.
fabulist From: fabulist Date: November 1st, 2004 09:23 am (UTC) (Link)
You won't find Rosebud in a box, Terry.

All those things are just things, even when they're very special things.

The real Rosebud's somewhere where you can't lose it, ever.
cricketshay From: cricketshay Date: November 1st, 2004 09:36 am (UTC) (Link)
How did you get so smart? T. is blessed to have you in his life.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 11:00 am (UTC) (Link)
I am, indeed.
From: (Anonymous) Date: November 1st, 2004 09:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Many blessings on your new home, sweetie.

terrilynn (http://seaandsky.typepad.com)
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 10:58 am (UTC) (Link)
I've missed you but now I know where to look. I hope you and L. are doing just fine.
ladycakes From: ladycakes Date: November 1st, 2004 10:01 am (UTC) (Link)
email me your address and I will send you a silly housewarming gift
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 10:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Only if I open the box and find you!
ladycakes From: ladycakes Date: November 1st, 2004 11:11 am (UTC) (Link)
I WISH!!!!

but seriously, send me your address. I have something ridiculous for you.
quuf From: quuf Date: November 1st, 2004 10:41 am (UTC) (Link)
I feel your pain, T (but not all of it).

Your next move will be much happier, I think.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: November 1st, 2004 11:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Aren't you about to make the same transition?
quuf From: quuf Date: November 1st, 2004 11:16 am (UTC) (Link)
I moved a month ago, and I'm a happier man for it. It did me good to spend three years on skid row, but when I returned last night from a weekend in the Mojave and unloaded my car beneath the oaks, serenaded by crickets: well, you know.
tedwords From: tedwords Date: November 1st, 2004 11:45 am (UTC) (Link)
How can you survive without a Howard Stern fix? I know that I'd be at a loss! I hate the moving process, myself, and would prefer just to cirl up in abed and disappear for a good week after the move has been made...just to get adjusted.
thafuzz From: thafuzz Date: November 1st, 2004 06:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
There's no place like home.
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