First of all, I want to thank everyone who came to help Kristin and me move yesterday. It went super fast and was really easy thanks to all of you that came out. We really couldn't have done it without you, and even the pizza and beer couldn't have been enough to let you all know how appreciative we were for your help.
And for all interested parties, Kristin and I were wondering who would be interested in having Wednesgiving at our new place. Please let us know sooner rather than later if this works (or does not work) for you. t'anks :3
The move is going well, I have most of my books unpacked and I clearly have my computer set up (the most important thing). The kitchen is mostly done, and so is the bedroom. The downstairs room...well...not so much.
Mentally, the move is...going okay. I had some rough spots today when I had to drive back to my parents' house to pick up a few more things and also to drop the suburban back off. Seeing my room mostly empty except for old marching band and bowling (yes, bowling) trophies and my bed, and a few things hung up on my walls (a poster, some old OM awards) really affected me.
I didn't know moving out was going to be this hard.
It was tough to look around the room or even the entire house. Twenty years of memories was a lot of weight to bear. I'd never sleep in my old bed again. I'd never be in that room up until 4, 5, 6am at my desk playing WoW or Mass Effect, Bioshock, or any countless number of games I'd played long past my bedtime. I'd never again sit on the floor of that room, reading a Wheel of Time or Star Wars book when I should instead have been studying for Stats or Bio. I'd never paint another warhammer mini in that room. Or plan a Dark Heresy session. Or write out an army list. Nerdy, inconsequential things, but I have a lot of fond memories of the place.
Even driving through Leesburg was interesting. I'm not going to be driving past my high school every day going to or from work; I'd always get a feeling of pride when I'd see the marching band rehersing outside after school. In fact, I'm not going to pass any of the many landmarks on my way home from work again because, well, it's not my home anymore. And that's tougher to deal with than I would have thought.