Thursday, August 11, 2005

Seattle departure pains

I have been in such a frenetic mode that I haven't been enjoying my last days here in Seattle. Yesterday was my last day at the ISB and it was sad, but I haven't had time to reflect on the fact that I am leaving because there has been too much to do. I am rushing around packing, having good-bye lunches, dinners, and drinks with friends, and getting rid of things that are not going to be moved. When I pause for 15 minutes or more, I feel guilty for wasting time. But even worse, I start to feel sad and miss my friends and life in Seattle. I am pretty sure that once the moving crates and car are packed, the final good-byes are said, and the keys are dropped off with the real estate agent, the reality of the move will start to sink in and I'll be very sad. I am looking forward to the drive down to L.A. to decompress and think about where I have been and where I am going to go.

I think what is saddest is the constant 'last-time to do...' and 'good-byes'. Every day for the past week I have been doing something for the last-time, or saying good-bye to somebody. For all my friends in Seattle-- I WILL MISS YOU ALL! I may have complained about Seattle, but I am glad that I lived here and met all of you :) Seattle has a special place in my heart...

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Wasting time and bandwidth instead of packing moving boxes

I am a lemming. I have started a blog. There are a bizillion reasons for me NOT to blog away, such as complete lack of time, but I am starting one up so that I too can become one with the bloggersphere (a.k.a. procrastination).

I went to the escrow office today and signed the papers to sell my condo this morning. It's amazing how much paperwork is required to buy a place and put it on the market, but how little paperwork is required by the seller at the final signing. I guess a person is less important when they are being given money. They are more important when they are spending lots of money.

Yes, I should be packing right now. But I'm looking at this huge mound of boxes, 75% or more full of books, and I'm re-thinking my consumer lifestyle. I'm a sucker for buying into the advertising that tells me to buy useless junk. And now I'm paying for it in moving boxes.

I'm really going to miss this condo in Seattle. But at least I have stuff from friends to remind me of how much I will miss Seattle... that is, if I can find them in these moving boxes.