Day: July 29, 2002

“Thank you for interest in employment opportunities with ZLB Plasma Services. We will review your resume and may contact you in the future.”

Well that was a weird e-mail. I didn’t send them my resume.

Well, the move is finally — finally! — over and, frankly, I’m exhausted. I’ve been exhausted since about noon yesterday, despite a full eight hours of sleep last night, and I may not be about to shake the feeling until everything is finally unpacked. My parents and I spent the better part of two days moving boxes and furniture from one side of town to the other — “just far enough,” joked our waitress at dinner Saturday night, “to be really annoying.” The heat and humidity, of course, didn’t help any; it was probably the single worst weekend to attempt any heavy lifting, meteorologically speaking. Stumbling from the car to the door or back, we’d wipe the sweat from our eyes and squint uncomfortably in the sun. I thought I would never stop being thirsty. Even the U-Haul truck I had rented started to overheat, make strange sounds, and we returned it four or five hours earlier than we had to rather than risk having it break down on us somewhere in between.

But it’s all over now. I have only to defrost my refrigerator and return my keys, and I can say goodbye to the old apartment forever. It’s weird. I was only there for two years, but I suppose even that can be an eternity sometimes, especially when what you wander into next is an unknown. I know eventually I’ll get used to this new place, and already there are things (like wall-to-wall carpeting, better cable, and that wonder of wonders the dishwasher) that I love. This is a good thing. But it still seems like someplace that someone else would live. I need to get my things out of boxes before this can start to feel more like my home.