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I have 2 weeks until I move into my new apartment.
2 weeks of tortured luxury. First world problems.
I’ve got a great place to stay until then. I get to practice being alone and that part seems fine. But it all feels false. I am hugely grateful and acknowledge that my brain is being a big jerk.
I wake up at 5am (or 3am or sometimes 7am!) and can’t get back to sleep. There’s nothing to fret about. No plans for my brain to spin. Everything is taken care of. I just lie there in the dark.
Only 2 more weeks. I got a coloring book. I have my crochet project. There is Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime. I can pass the time.
I wonder if this is what it was like when I was a child and woke up at the crack of dawn. Wanting the day to start, but no one else was ready to get up yet. I have to go and play quietly in my room until the rest of the world is ready for me.
Today was a 7am day, with minimal waking in the middle of the night. It’s going to be a good one!
Quaxing is the movement of things by bike, and according to this definition, also by public transit. Following on my last post, it was moving day. Only moving out, not moving in, so entailed getting the rest of my belongings off of the boat and into storage. I have a borrowed trailer that I use for work, and I brought it to the place I am staying, because schedules.
Then on Tuesday, my day off, I began the Great Quaxing. I filled it to the brim, twice.
All of this, including the packing up, took about 2.5 hours. So, now you know just how little I own. There are some things that are already in the storage unit, along with one set of metal shelves. So I own about twice what is on these two bike trips. Nothing like living on a boat to make you whittle down your possessions.
I’m moving into my new apartment on 10/1. It’s only slightly bigger than the boat, but I will have it all to myself, which is both good and bad. As most things are. Right now I am in comfortable limbo, staying at a friend’s empty condo. I know, how lucky am I? Everything has really worked out well for this change. The worst part is waiting for my new life to start.
And I just figured out how to use Google Drive to host my photos!!! That’s pretty exciting.
I’m no longer a boatwife. I won’t say that I’ll never sail again, because I will, but I will not be taking month long excursions to exotic places. It is just not for me.
Since many year long sailing excursions are my love’s life dream, we’ve had to re-evaluate our relationship and come to the conclusion that we should part ways. I’ve attained a small apartment on land. It’s not an easy decision, but the best one in the long run.
To take my mind off of these huge changes I’m spending time with friends and family, planning hikes and future adventures. I need to get a wheelie cart for my kayak since I’m only a long block from Green Lake and can easily explore that water if only I can lug the kayak down there.
So, onward and upward, as they say.
Here are some photos (click on the picture for more) from my recent hike to Rachel Lake and Rampart Lakes. I very much recommend it.