Not the Movable Type

So I've moved. Hence the paucity of updates.

This is my third or fourth relocation (depending how you count) since I landed in the Seattle area in the early ’90s, but my first residence in the actual city of Seattle. I've never been much of an urban creature: I dislike the noise, density, and peculiar infrastructure of worn-in cities—and Seattle isn't old! I find it grating that, in cities, inane things stay the way they are simply because that's the way they've been, even if they don't make sense anymore and will never make sense again. Particularly traffic planning and roads, but also other aspects of housing, infrastructure, and urban development. I suppose that's one reason the east coast bugs me so much: for some folks, the eccentricities and unfathomable bass-ackward things form character, tradition, and history; for me, with no sentimental attachment, it's just poor planning. Give me open sky, quiet, privacy, and wide roads any day. Heck, I'm even sentimental about them.

Something unexpected: I can (easily) walk to banks, a post office, drivers license office, and a reasonable selection of grocers, stores, eateries, and unique little shops: luxuries I haven't had since living in a small town in Ohio. (Although Ohio certainly didn't have the same breadth of eateries and shops!)

However, I think the act of moving itself became somewhat romanticized in my mind, probably because the first few times I moved as a young adult, my life wasn't as complicated. Moving, I'd think. Yeah. Not so bad! This time, the process has taken a month (and counting)—and that's leaving off the house-hunting process which began the first week of January. I managed to hire great movers and get surprisingly well-packed for them, but the act of tearing down a home and sole proprietorship, coordinating with clients, dealing with all the infrastructure nonsense of utilities, phones, garbage service, Internet connectivity, cleaning out the old place, and getting everything up and running at the new place... well, suffice to say darn near everything is still in boxes. Upside: setting up a residence is much more fun than tearing one down.

Now, please excuse me. I need to drill some holes in the wall.

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