"It was not his fault he was a Third." - Enders Game
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September 23, 2007
Moving is a real pain, I don't know anything specific to compare it to other than manual labor.
Manual labor in the modern world is equivical to analog. This is a digital world, wouldn't you think there is a better way to move your belongings than with your grubby paws? Well there isn't if you are poor and can't hire someone to do it for you. So you are forced to go analog and get your hands dirty.
I do however notice how funny it is, that if there is something you "can" sluff off on, you will. But when you have no alternative but the street, your belongings, cops, and annoying rental agreements, its amazing what can happen.
In an instant you are loading up boxes daily, hauling them off, reloading, traversing hundreds of stairs (Living on the 3rd floor for the lose) and wondering where some of your things have been as you discover them in corners you haven't seen since you moved in some 3 years ago.
Run on sentences are my life, but more to the point, I hate moving, the act, but I love moving and what it does to motivate you. It is like an instinct you long forgot that turns on the minute you are in trouble finding out exactly what you need how you need to get it, and what needs to get done right now. If this skill wasn't there you would still be sitting in your chair wondering how to accomplish the impossible. At least I would be.
Survival instincts are the most powerful aspects of any human being, if only everyone could channel them into all of life, instead of just when we are in danger.
I may not blog very much until I find a new place to live.
With that I must go back to analog.
Related tags: apartment, homeless, moving, survival, third
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