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Dec. 14th, 2018 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pedantherI've been even worse than usual about posting here over the last month, I realise.
Part of the reason is that I've been moving house.
There were several reasons for wanting to get out of the old house, and my family had been encouraging me to find somewhere new for a while, although interestingly their reasons didn't have much overlap with the reasons I eventually committed to doing it.
Moving out occasioned some moments of regret and acknowledging missed opportunities. One of the reasons I chose that house in the first place was because there was a room that immediately struck me as perfect for putting my bookshelves up in, but while I was moving in that room was temporarily designated the place where things got put until I figured out where they were going, and, in the way of things, most of them stayed piled up in that room until I moved out, so I never did get to put the bookshelves up.
(While I was moving into the new house I made a point of identifying where I wanted the bookshelves and keeping it clear, so now the bookshelves are all up and my books are out of boxes and on shelves for the first time in years.)
The new house is larger than the old one, both in having more rooms and in the rooms themselves being more spacious. It's also older, and has a bunch of things that need repairing that weren't obvious when I looked at it before I signed the rental agreement.
Another thing that wasn't obvious before I moved in is the colony of incontinent pigeons that lives in the roof, and about whom I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, it's nice to have living things about the place, and they've been helping me get over the twitch I developed in the old neighbourhood about mysterious noises. On the other hand, I was rather counting on being able to store my extra stuff in the garage without getting guano on it (and the same goes for my car).
Part of the reason is that I've been moving house.
There were several reasons for wanting to get out of the old house, and my family had been encouraging me to find somewhere new for a while, although interestingly their reasons didn't have much overlap with the reasons I eventually committed to doing it.
Moving out occasioned some moments of regret and acknowledging missed opportunities. One of the reasons I chose that house in the first place was because there was a room that immediately struck me as perfect for putting my bookshelves up in, but while I was moving in that room was temporarily designated the place where things got put until I figured out where they were going, and, in the way of things, most of them stayed piled up in that room until I moved out, so I never did get to put the bookshelves up.
(While I was moving into the new house I made a point of identifying where I wanted the bookshelves and keeping it clear, so now the bookshelves are all up and my books are out of boxes and on shelves for the first time in years.)
The new house is larger than the old one, both in having more rooms and in the rooms themselves being more spacious. It's also older, and has a bunch of things that need repairing that weren't obvious when I looked at it before I signed the rental agreement.
Another thing that wasn't obvious before I moved in is the colony of incontinent pigeons that lives in the roof, and about whom I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, it's nice to have living things about the place, and they've been helping me get over the twitch I developed in the old neighbourhood about mysterious noises. On the other hand, I was rather counting on being able to store my extra stuff in the garage without getting guano on it (and the same goes for my car).
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Date: 2018-12-14 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-14 08:52 pm (UTC)I hope you find a way to live with the pigeons, though...
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Date: 2018-12-16 01:35 am (UTC)