That Was An Intense Move

OK. After two weeks, we finally have the Internet again.

I am far, far behind on all of my writing. Aside from the burden imposed upon us by the lack of Internet, much of this has been because of the new responsibilities of homeownership; there is a lot to do around this condo to bring it up to the standards that my wife and I prefer. We’re particular about things like a properly watertight basement and having a place to hang a towel in the bathroom, so we’ve been doing a lot of drilling, mixing, pointing, and mounting.

The original sea of boxes has shrunken to a mere puddle. Better yet, our cats have forgiven us for moving to a place easily twice as large as our last apartment. Alas, they are immune to otherwise logical arguments about value appreciation and equity.

This place, the first that either of us has ever owned, is already starting to feel like home. Much of the reason for this is the fact that we’ve successfully screwed our two six-foot bookshelves to wall studs, ensuring that they will never topple over like the tower of Babel and crush us with words. Even so, we find that we don’t have nearly enough space for books.

This is not a decor issue. Bookshelves are Serious Business. Many of our books are still in boxes and need homes pronto. We are, of course, scouring Craigslist and the local thrift stores, because buying used is eco-friendly and ideal. Meanwhile, a little more box time won’t hurt our booky buddies’ feelings. There’s time.

Other things I have learned in the course of this move:

  • I do not value my single-issue comic books anywhere near as much as I value the ones I can just read. This even goes for my Saga issues, which I gobbled with relish back in my profligate youth. It’s the reading experience that I care about now, not a. getting them first or b. collecting them, or even c. someday selling them for a profit. Trades are better for that. I’ll be letting my issues go. (And my issues with issues, too. Life’s too short, you know?)

  • YouTube can save you thousands of dollars on home repairs.
  • Everything you need, from electronics to picture frames, will eventually turn up at a Saver’s.
  • There are only a certain number of things you can handle in your life at once. When you reach your load limit, something will give and you won’t necessarily be able to predict what. When my wife’s mother became critically ill last year, I dropped a class. This time, I dropped the writing ball. Aside from the factor of our lack of Internet, it’s a good object lesson in stress management.

Part of the reason that I’m getting back into the swing of things with a personal blog post is to shake off the rust. But now that I’ve done that, I’m off to bang out an article that my fantastic editor at Etekly has already been amazing about because HOLY CRAP is it ever late. Book Riot, too. My god. May the heavens forever bless lenient editors.

One more thing: I’m experimenting with affiliate marketing on this here blog, and I’m 100% aware of the problematic nature of buying new. Sometimes you have to, but I’d rather promote high-quality thrift. My hope is that people will opt for the “used” option when they click and buy. Meanwhile, I’m working on a new affiliate program that centers more on consignment and reuse. Hard fact though it is, your girl’s gotta eat. Stay tuned for the changes.

It’s good to be back.


We’re Moving!

I’m not likely to be very interesting this week. My wife and I have bought a condo and we are moving. So far, we have successfully moved half of our books before managing to move a single bookcase into our new home. (LESSON: move the bookcases first!)

Anyway, all of my writing is way, way behind and I’m not ashamed of that fact because hey guys, we’re homeowners now! Homeowners gotta do as homeowners gotta do.

My extreme house pride makes me think of the main character and narrator from House of Houses, a criminally underrated bizarro book that also happens to make an amazing statement about the commodification of the self under capitalism. It’s also about a man who falls amorously in love with his single-family home right before houses gain metaphysical dominance over humanity, but I digress.

That’s the only rec you’re getting for a few days. Be well, read lots.

 

Featured image by Erda Estremera on Unsplash!