So, I think I last wrote a few days before the big moving day. The plan was to come back, and give you all a detailed, blow-by-blow, “As It Happens…”-style account of the whole mess (Well, okay, I’d never really do that because I’d never inflict that much cruel and unusual punishment on you, my dear readers…But still…) You know what? Ain’t gonna’ happen.
Okay…Most of what constitute ‘Reasons’ has to do with the last few weeks being a jumble of action, not an insignificant amount of said action(s) being entirely autonomous in nature. It’s a blur…The whole deal. The couple of weeks between me coming home from L.A. after the Geekie Awards and arriving in North Hollywood early in the morning hours on August 30th, and approximately a week after, is one big jumbled blur…I can recall the major themes, even if the execution details are a bit lacking.
I’m one of those people who, on the verge of a crisis (or production crunch-time, which is, no doubt, part of why I’m in this business) can pretty much do whatever it takes to get past the crisis point and/or deadline. Forget sleep, just keep the coffee coming and slip a plate under the door once in a while…I’ll be fine. Well, mostly…At some point, when the smoke clears I’ll just settle down and go slow-mo for a week or two. No big.
And so that’s pretty much what happened. Got back to Oakland, started taking bids on a mover, started packing, tossing (not nearly enough) stuff, developing an exit strategy with local vendors and utility companies, etc. … All that bullshit we’ve all done a thousand times. Just with a compressed timeline of 2 weeks to get (what we now know to be) about 6,500 lbs. of my life moved from Oakland to North Hollywood (360 miles, or so…) in one fell swoop with no room for “I forgot to’s…”)
It all went off like clockwork…The Universe has been giving me a fair amount of slack on this effort, and that’s appreciated…I kept on packing until about midnight on Wednesday, 8/28, the day before the movers were coming, and got 58 boxes packed before they showed up…At which point I ran out of gas, and Brian, the moving crew chief from Delancey Street Movers, took over from there…Packing all of the rest of my stuff, and getting it onto a truck by 4pm Thursday afternoon, when my Oakland man-cave was totally laid-bare.
A short note about Delancey Street Movers:
I’d heard about this company from a number of my Lucasfilm co-workers over the years. Delancey Street was always a named that popped up when someone was looking to move…So I gave them a call, and it was worth it.
Delancey Street Movers are part of the Delancey Street Foundation, a residential rehab program that is basically about turning lives around for folks who have pretty much hit rock bottom…I’ll let you scan their site for the info. It’s an unbelievably impressive organization…And they do great work at reasonable prices.
The crews that I dealt with were extremely professional, polite, and hard working…They took care of finishing my packing (at extremely reasonable, below-market, rates), and transported everything with nary a hitch (and the one hitch was dealt with immediately.) I can’t recommend Delancey Street highly enough, and will use them again for future moves.
At this point I was planning on spending the night in the old place, then heading down to L.A. the next day, but a friend was having a going-away party Friday night, and I wanted to be on time, so I just put Lucy in the car, along with all my other living essentials, and drove down the same night, getting into my new place a few hours before sunrise.
Spent most of the weekend running errands and shopping, getting ready for the movers to deliver on Wednesday…So much to get done. The stuff came in on Wednesday, 9/3, as scheduled, and I’ve been unpacking ever since.
The adrenaline rush that had fueled all my getting-it-done mojo for the month of August kind of fizzled on me last Saturday night, after a friend came over for dinner. It finally sunk in that I’m here, the move’s over, no more I-5 corridor sprints, and I can take my time getting things unboxed and set up, and I just collapsed and went to sleep for 12 hours—Then took it easy for a few days and did a bit of battery-recharging. Some much needed (and ongoing) battery-recharging.
It’s been a long summer…A great summer with a whole bunch of unplanned adventures, unexpected events, a major lifestyle change, and a huge upswing for a year that started out…We’ll just say not well. But it got better, and now I’m ready for step(s) next…Some of which are already in the works.
The Universe doesn’t like to see any of us get too cocky, so I a got of a bit of a cosmic reality check coming in the form of being rear-ended when turning through an intersection yesterday…And it was a hit and run, too, which seems to be a bit of a problem in Los Angeles, as I have heard about a few of them in the last couple of days. Grr. Anyway, not a major problem, but a good reminder to stay focused…Meanwhile the rear-end of my Impreza is pretty much toast. (and again with the Grr…)
More blogging to come…Including more photos from the Central Coast, soon…