Adventures of a Non-Binary Author – A day and two evenings to go
Everywhere we look, there’s something else we still haven’t packed yet. I grab more boxed from work. We spend most of Saturday focused on this. This is my last full day off before we move. My bossy voice comes out a lot. It’s hard to stop it. There’s a lot to organise. I’m trying to plan what can go into what box or bag. There is still so much stuff. How do we have so much stuff? We rest for the evening. We need the rest. We also need more boxes.
Sunday evening comes around both too quickly and not quickly enough. I’ve left work with yet more boxes. More of my bossy voice comes out. It makes me sound like I’m more stressed than I actually am. I can appreciate that. I know my bossy voice doesn’t come across well. But I’m just trying to focus and think. There is just so much to do, and so little time to do it in. At the end of a busy evening, we go room to room. What items can go in what half filled box or bag. Where can we put all the remaining items. At the end of it we know one thing. We still need more boxes.
Monday evening. I’ve managed to get a good number of boxes home from work with me. This should be enough. It has to be. But the evening doesn’t start smoothly. I lug the boxes all the way to my front door, only to discover I’ve left my keys in work. I swear, repeatedly. We don’t have a garden I can pop the boxes in. They’re too heavy to carry back to work. I swear some more. Taking a breath, I check the bins. Recycling has been emptied today. One of the bins is clean enough to leave the boxes in. With them secured, I dart back to work. Keys recovered, I make my way back home. Boxes back out of their hiding place. In and up to the flat.
I do my evening exercise, then start putting things into boxes. A text from my partner lets me know their new desk is ready to collect. They got the text about it as they reached the front door. I laugh at the near mirroring of our situations. The universe clearly didn’t want either of us to just make it home tonight.
We do as much as we can before dinner. Then we enjoy a couple of hours of rest. We’ll do some more before bed. But we’re down to the last minute items at this point. Well last minute items, and the TV. The TV we’ll do before bed. We just want to relax a little first.
Tomorrow needs to be an early start. We’ve no idea how long things will take, but neither of us are working again until Thursday. Will that be enough time for us to set up our new home? How will Zelly, our elderly gerbil, survive the trip? What will life really be like living in this new place for the next six to… who knows how many months? Just one more sleep and then… the next step…
To be continued…
