Packing

I am currently living amidst a teeming pile of boxes, some stuffed full and cinched tightly with packing tape, some half-full and hungry for more, and still some wholly devoid of objects acquired over the past year either purchased or shipped from the still impressive stash in my parent’s home in WV. I have quit. My two week’s notice is chipping away, and I am soon to bid a farewell to the balmy shores of SC for a more northerly locale. So, I felt like talking. . . some four months after my last update.

The delay from my last post does bother me. I feel guilty, though I don’t know what compels me to feel as though I owe the Internets an update. I want to maintain a website, yet I don’t particularly know what I aim to get out of it. Catharsis? Community? Is it simple vanity? The first two don’t quite fit, because I don’t feel as though I’m particularly honest with these things and I certainly don’t get visitors, comments, or messages. Neither does vanity for that matter. Somewhere along the way I seem to have picked up the notion that nothing I do or say is particularly interesting or special. I missed out on all that self-esteem jibber-jabber in my childhood. When I sit down to write this I can only think “Someone out there is doing this better, more efficiently, and more attractively than I am.”

But yet, I feel as though I must. I simply must have a website. What’s more, it has to be mine, and mine alone (though, I have made the concession to build this with Textpattern), i.e. no LiveJournal or BlogSpot with their prebuilt set of (potential) readers. I have to make it on my own steam, so to speak.

So. . . that out of the way. . .

As I mentioned, my apartment is a cluttered mass of corrugated cardboard at the moment. My job, my internet, my electricity, all of these things have been scheduled to be terminated by the end of this week. I am leaving. I’m leaving a state that recognizes CSA day for a state that recognized Lee-Jackson Day (actually, they cram Martin Luther King in there too now: it’s Lee-Jackson-King Day and I honestly don’t know which one is more embarrassingly funny). I’m also going to be breaking the law.

Tantalizing, eh? See, the deal is I’m moving to Virginia, and in the state of Virginia (which, of course, U.S. State wonks might gleefully point out is technically a “commonwealth” and not a state if such people were any more imaginary than dragons or flying unicorns) as well as a handful of other states the law against cohabitation is still on the books. North Carolina is the only one that sees fit to actually do anything about it. Oh yeah, I guess it would bear mentioning that I’m moving in with my girlfriend, and her two special-needs animals.

That’s next weekend, err, this weekend I reckon. Anticipation runs high. I’m getting anxious to finally get that big rented truck packed full and headed up 95, but I’ve got a work week to get through before that. . .