I hate moving.
I think almost everyone does. It is without a doubt one of the more annoying and life disrupting things that we do to ourselves. Ironically, I have moved almost once a year since 2004. In some of those years I moved twice. 3 of those moves were across the Pacific Ocean.
You'd think that for all that practice I'd be really good at it. But I'm still terrible at organizing packing and unpacking. Luckily, all that moving has kept me pretty possession light, so I don't have much stuff to worry about.
The past week has seen me move myself across town, as well as assist one friend in a move up the hill from his current apartment, and the cleaning out (looting?) of the apartment of a friend who decided to decamp from Japan in the face of the earthquake aftermath. So essentially, I spent last week moving 3 people. To say that I am sick and tired of carrying boxes and appliances would be to drastically understate the case. If I never have to help carry a large appliance again it will be far to soon. Though of course there is still a couch to be fetched...
Between the moving and the rather frequent pre- 8 am aftershock wakeup calls I find myself at the end of my 2 week break rather exhausted. I am looking forward to school starting next week though, and getting back into the daily routine that has been so thoroughly disrupted by everything. As always I look at my new schools with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. I'm sure I'll enjoy them just as much as the ones I've taught at this past year though.
All in all though, despite the stress, the bodily aches and pains, the still occasionally shifting earth and whatever else the fates have flung at me of late, I still feel generally content, perhaps even happy.
In other news, I don't have internet at the new apartment yet. I will try and keep things updated as much as possible, but post frequency may drop for a few weeks.