Day 10, or “Allow me to use this blog as a procrastination tool”
You’ll note that, despite a reigning ambiance of chaos, we have, in fact, forged a grid of pathways through the boxes, which allows us to navigate through the apartment without causing bodily harm. However, there remains a shocking amount of unpacking yet to be done. Especially considering we’ve now lived here for ten days. Especially considering this is a pretty small apartment with only three rooms to set up. (And yes, obviously, I’m taking the time to blog about this instead of doing something about it–I know, I know, etc., etc.)
I am posting this embarrassing glimpse into my sometimes disorganized life as something of a public service. For all the other non-Type-A personalities out there. So that when you, dear readers, next move and find you can’t unpack and decorate everything within the space of a week because you need to eat and sleep and even relax instead of orchestrating the details of your life with military precision, you will hopefully remember this picture and realize that perhaps we non-anal freaks are the normal ones. Because, while things are sometimes dustier or more cluttered than one might hope, we are the ones who can sit back, have a beer, and enjoy life while the Type-As bustle off to alphabetize the soup cans and arrange their sock drawers according to the colours of the spectrum.
(You’ll also note that, once again, I had to use Photo Booth to take this picture. R.I.P. camera cord.)
Is the picture supposed to be really tiny? I can’t see the chaos! C’mon, now! I must see it!
As to type A and type B people - I’m a terrible, terrible mixture of both. It’s no fun at all. My brain and my gut are all GOGOGOGO, perfection is key!, you must DO IT NOW and DO IT PERFECTLY and push push, run run, have an aneurysm and assorted other stress-related physical ailments until you die of exhaustion! And my heart? It says, why the hurry? What is wrong with you? Slow down and enjoy the scenery! And then it takes a nap.
I am torn. It’s a strange way to exist.
Be glad if you are all B.
Seeing this photo is a good reminder to NEVER MOVE AGAIN. The thought of packing, and then unpacking, everything I own is something I cannot even contemplate. I think unpacked boxes lined my house for months after I last moved.
And hooray for procrastination blogging! I do it all the time, as a way to procrastinate having an actual life.
Anne, I was just saying today that I have a slacker/perfectionist dichotomy in my personality. I have to take pains to avoid plummeting into either extreme. And I don’t know why this picture is small and you can’t see the chaos. (Sigh.) It shows up on my Mac as a moderately sized picture. I’ve also heard complaints that my blog takes a long time to load on PCs. (Again, sigh.)
Shannon, you’re right. Not moving is so much more peaceful than moving. Once we finally have a house, I know I’m going to turn into one of those people who will refuse to leave, long after they’re no longer capable of taking care of themselves. I’ll be all “NO. I WILL NOT GO TO THE NURSING HOME BECAUSE THAT WILL INVOLVE MOVING. Just leave me a bowl of water and some diapers and I’ll be FINE.”
i cant understand……