(programming note: as I'm finally largely moved into my apartment and now have internet access restored, I am now posting this three part missive (written in the last week or so) about the moving process and all the thoughts it brought up. This part was written on June 4th. After this, regular programming resumes.)
The great move of 2013 is swiftly approaching. You would imagine this would lead naturally to conflicting emotions about leaving this house where I imagined raising my daughter. And, without a doubt, there is some of that. The main issue, however, is one of temporal displacement.
One of the biggest annoyances about this move is the massive last minute nature of it all. We only found out that we had to move a few weeks ago. Then a rushed housing shop, now a rushed packing job. Add this to the previously scheduled week of family gathering, and you start to see my dilemma.
I now have no earthly idea when I'm supposed to move my stuff. Originally, I thought of moving when we returned from vacation. After dinner, though, we studied the calendar. Problems emerged...mainly we would have six days to move, clean, and get the carpets done. And since my wife works ten hour days in the summer, we had the matter of my daughter with which to contend. I either a) move on the weekend (which means when are we gonna schedule carpet cleaning?), b) find someone to watch her (which, as I might have trouble arranging moving help, this might be a bit of a long shot), or c) put Sylvia to work hauling couches (which, as she has to hold my hand going up and down stairs, could be slightly problematic.
The other option is to move before the vacation. This, however, is also fraught with peril. The child care dilemma (from point b above) still persists...as does the difficulty in finding help in general. It would,however, give me tons of time to clean our house...and to schedule carpet cleaning. But could I get cable, electric, and internet hooked up in time? The mind boggles.
This would all be so much easier if we lived in a time which was at least a little more science fictiony. Because what I ultimately need to do is figure out a way to bend the time/space fabric. A time machine would be nice. I could quite comfortably get along with teleportation. A robot nanny would also help. Hell, what would be ideal is if I could simply punch a hole through the said time/space fabric and just cross over to another quantum dimension where the alterna-Mike has already done the move for me.
Of course, magic would also be a possibility. Maybe I could get a wizard to levitate my stuff...or magically transfer....
Nah...magic is just silly.