Shannon and I moved on December 1. We actually traded spaces with a cooperative circus school, we went from about 3,500 square feet to about 1,000 square feet and the transition has been difficult and cathartic. We got rid of mountains of stuff, not only ours but furniture from the woman who had our old space before us. We hadn’t gotten rid of it because there was so much room, why bother? Our books got pared down from about 12 full cases to less than 3. We also sold and gave away lots of tools and art, art supplies and clothing.
Our new space is wonderful, full of natural light and I sure do like that. Still lots of room for suspensions There are issues that are taking time to get used to, the radiators are crazy loud and there is no escaping them, for instance. Our new bathroom only has a shower stall and I find it hard to navigate. There is very little in terms of storage and after years of unlimited space, that’s a funny one to suck up. I’ll also be using a laundromat for the first time in 4 years, I hope I survive.
Anyway. It was the worst move ever, in so many ways. I’m eternally grateful to our friends that helped out, especially Dave and his room mate, and Badur who always comes through. I’m also relieved that Shannon survived it all, I’d had my doubts leading up to the day but he seems so be in such better spirits lately, that’s encouraging.
When I’m feeling a little more settled, maybe in January, I’ll have an open house and invite everyone over.