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Sep. 9th, 2017 06:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psipsyMostly moved out of the trailer now. Big things like the furniture and a cluster of boxes were moved over in a 15' box truck. Originally I wanted a 17' truck but that was unavailable. Oh well. I would have probably needed a 20' or larger if it weren't for the two dozen car trips for all the smaller items.
Sidenote: If you ask someone for help with moving and they do help, that's cool. When friends help you move without being asked and without asking for anything in return, those are the ones to keep.
Will I miss the trailer? Yes and no. I'll miss it because I grew there. When I moved there in 2003, I admit I was something of a mess and kinda broken. During my time there, I repaired myself. I healed. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I worked out some issues, I learned things about myself, I learned to accept what I couldn't change about myself, and change what was needed in order to continue and advance in life. I got my ducks in a row. When I needed a place to myself to do all that, the trailer was available. And it worked. I like to think that I'm a better man now than I was when I first moved there. Oh, and it was cheap, which was a plus.
I won't miss it, because I had outgrown it. If I wanted to do ultra-large sprawling Lego builds and a train layout? Nope. DIY car repairs? Not an option. Have a work area to make stuff and not worry about making a mess? Forget it. And so on. There are a bunch of things that I want to do, and living in the trailer would barely let me do one of them, if any of them. There were limits to what I could do in the trailer, and I was starting to hit those limits harder and harder. The trailer was supposed to be temporary, which turned into 14 years.
Oh, and the crawlspace was a bit more unpleasant than I expected. Not only is there hardly enough room to do any repairs to the underside, but that area is firmly in the control of nature and is absolutely unusable. And that means lots of bugs. And mice. And those critters have a tendency of easily finding their way into the main living area. I was ok with the spiders, because I understand their place in the world, and there are far worse things to deal with.
What's left? Mostly cleaning supplies, some leftover items in the shed, and a couple things to make the cleaning itself easier or bearable (folding chairs, snacks & drinks, phone charger, fans). It'll be a few car-loads. Then again I've been saying "a few car-loads" for the past three weeks.
Every time I go over to clean up or get stuff out, it's more saddening every time, because it's emptier every time. I mean, here's a place I lived in for 14 years, and now there's nothing left. But I do have to do a proper final cleaning if I want to sell the place. So! My self-imposed deadline is going to be the end of this month. Hopefully that'll make me speed things up a bit.
Maybe the next person who moves in will also need a place to fix their own life. If so, I hope it works as well for them as it did for me.
Sidenote: If you ask someone for help with moving and they do help, that's cool. When friends help you move without being asked and without asking for anything in return, those are the ones to keep.
Will I miss the trailer? Yes and no. I'll miss it because I grew there. When I moved there in 2003, I admit I was something of a mess and kinda broken. During my time there, I repaired myself. I healed. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I worked out some issues, I learned things about myself, I learned to accept what I couldn't change about myself, and change what was needed in order to continue and advance in life. I got my ducks in a row. When I needed a place to myself to do all that, the trailer was available. And it worked. I like to think that I'm a better man now than I was when I first moved there. Oh, and it was cheap, which was a plus.
I won't miss it, because I had outgrown it. If I wanted to do ultra-large sprawling Lego builds and a train layout? Nope. DIY car repairs? Not an option. Have a work area to make stuff and not worry about making a mess? Forget it. And so on. There are a bunch of things that I want to do, and living in the trailer would barely let me do one of them, if any of them. There were limits to what I could do in the trailer, and I was starting to hit those limits harder and harder. The trailer was supposed to be temporary, which turned into 14 years.
Oh, and the crawlspace was a bit more unpleasant than I expected. Not only is there hardly enough room to do any repairs to the underside, but that area is firmly in the control of nature and is absolutely unusable. And that means lots of bugs. And mice. And those critters have a tendency of easily finding their way into the main living area. I was ok with the spiders, because I understand their place in the world, and there are far worse things to deal with.
What's left? Mostly cleaning supplies, some leftover items in the shed, and a couple things to make the cleaning itself easier or bearable (folding chairs, snacks & drinks, phone charger, fans). It'll be a few car-loads. Then again I've been saying "a few car-loads" for the past three weeks.
Every time I go over to clean up or get stuff out, it's more saddening every time, because it's emptier every time. I mean, here's a place I lived in for 14 years, and now there's nothing left. But I do have to do a proper final cleaning if I want to sell the place. So! My self-imposed deadline is going to be the end of this month. Hopefully that'll make me speed things up a bit.
Maybe the next person who moves in will also need a place to fix their own life. If so, I hope it works as well for them as it did for me.
