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6 February, 2012

Moving House

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In December, my flat-mates and I received the unwelcome message that we’d lose our apartment at the end of the year. Faced with the hassle of moving right before Christmas, we managed to haggle down the eviction date and were able to remain through January. Having just completed the move, I am damn glad we did it that way; it was hassle enough without the holiday.

When pouring your life from one container into another, it takes a while for that gelly blob to settle into its new shape. Box by box, I carted my possessions, all the bits of detritus that make up ‘my stuff’, to the new location. I was able to find a new place very close to the old, and although it is a temporary stopgap, it will tide me well over until the housing market opens up a bit more nearer the summer. The new room is a little bit smaller than my old – and a bit more expensive – but I have managed to fit all the stuff in. It is a bit astonishing how much stuff there is, really. It’s a cliché, but a true one – you do find out what it is you own when you move it.

Breaking with my magpie nature, I managed to throw out a bunch of old papers and things that really serve no function but to consume space, but I was still left with several boxes of what I, in my mania, consider indispensable. They’re stuffed under the bed. The books, which I have previously mentioned carrying up and down stairs, are all in place, and the shelves, the desk, the dresser and all the clothes and blankets and sheets I apparently own are stuffed into the new room, and gradually seeping towards the edges as the blob finds its shape.

I have bought a lamp, my first proper lamp lamp. Oh, I’ve had little night lights and desk lamps, but this is a lamp for the room – a room lamp. This room inexplicably lacked any lighting – the ceiling lamp had been removed leaving only the screw holes – and so I have gotten my first proper lamp! I feel all grown up.

The room also comes with a skylight – insufficient a light source in a Norwegian winter – which is situated directly above the bed. With no curtains. I’ve gone out and gotten a curtain, in the same IKEA trip that got me the lamp, but I need some screws to put it up properly, so for now, I sleep in full view of the spy satellites and get the annoying half-light in at all hours. Not satisfactory yet. The blob is still settling.

Changing apartments doesn’t exactly rank high on the list of life changes, certainly not when it’s within the same neighbourhood, but it turns out to be quite a bit of work even so. Especially the thorough cleaning of the old place, but let’s not dwell on that little tragedy. I’m not properly at home yet; I am shaped for my old place, not the new. Literally so in some cases, this place has lower ceilings. Going to take a few days, I suppose, although I think there’s a chance that the temporary nature of this particular situation will make me keep it at a distance, subconsciously.

Ah, well, never mind. The point of it is: I moved this weekend. It was a lot of hassle. Now it’s done. And I’m waiting for my blob to settle.

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