Dear Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs:
I love your product. I really do. You help me be a better person. You help me save the environment and lower my carbon footprint. You simultaneously save me money in both your lower energy usage and your mega long life span. You are so wonderful in so many ways.
But you have a major flaw. Why, oh wonderful CFL, must you shatter into so very, very many pieces when broken? Moving is stressful and things are bound to get broken. But compact fluorescent you are truly a problem. Your pieces are so small, like thousands of grains of sand, deadly, sharp grains of sand. Your broken bits have adorned our carpet, shining like tiny flecks of glitter in what little light remains in your wake. We all know how hard glitter is to pick up, and you, my friend, are just as hard. So please, in the future, remain intact. Spare us the death defying clean-ups the the meticulous vacuuming. And live up to your long life potential.
Sincerely,
Caitlin
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Three Places at Once
Moving is not a fun endeavor. Especially not prolonged, drug out moving. That is exactly what I'm currently doing. Sadly, I don't even remember where I slept when in the past week. All I know is that in about the last two weeks I haven't spent more then two nights in a row in the same place. My little overnight bag has been perpetually packed. I've actually just been washing the clothes in it over night and then stuffing them back in again and rotating out my pajamas and socks while I'm at my school apartment. Anyway, the moving, it's not so fun.
When I'm at my school apartment, I've been trying to pack things to take to my Philly apartment every time I'm going there. At first this was easy and non-stressful and kind of fun. Then I looked at my google homepage and it said 7 days till furniture moving day. And only time for one trip to Philly between now and then. I've begun to panic. I have too much stuff to move on Saturday. I have to have everything out of the apartment by the walk through on the 20th. I currently am working in 3 piles: take to Philly, store at my parents, or toss/Goodwill. My major question in life is when I do I take the things to my parents? I think these are primarily going to be kitchen essentials and by nature of the fact that they are essential, I can't just pack them up and bring them home till I'm sure that I won't be there and need food. I don't know when that point is. The only thing that I'm sure of next week is that Wednesday at 3pm I will be graduating and giving a speech because I am number 2 in my class (yay!). I've survived nursing school, but somehow I can't handle a move.
This whole moving thing would be much easier if: 1) I didn't currently have possessions in 3 locations separated by an hour. It's hard to decide where you'll need things when you don't even know what you're doing. I currently have a plastic shopping bag of important papers that I don't really know where to leave that I'm shuffling around with me. It's a bad system. 2) I was moving out of a place where I don't have a deadline that is rapidly approaching. I'm not worried about the stuff at my parents. I can move that whenever. 3) I wasn't moving from one third story apartment into another third story apartment an hour and a half away. This makes moving a tiring and slightly exhausting ordeal. And finally 4) If I had some money to buy boxes or remembered to steal some from Kim so I could stop using random backpacks, suitcases, shopping bags, and tote bags from my closet. They don't call me the bag lady for nothing.
I'd like to say this will all be over soon, but really I have no idea when it will be over. The stressful part should be over on the 20th. And hopefully nothing else will go wrong till then.
When I'm at my school apartment, I've been trying to pack things to take to my Philly apartment every time I'm going there. At first this was easy and non-stressful and kind of fun. Then I looked at my google homepage and it said 7 days till furniture moving day. And only time for one trip to Philly between now and then. I've begun to panic. I have too much stuff to move on Saturday. I have to have everything out of the apartment by the walk through on the 20th. I currently am working in 3 piles: take to Philly, store at my parents, or toss/Goodwill. My major question in life is when I do I take the things to my parents? I think these are primarily going to be kitchen essentials and by nature of the fact that they are essential, I can't just pack them up and bring them home till I'm sure that I won't be there and need food. I don't know when that point is. The only thing that I'm sure of next week is that Wednesday at 3pm I will be graduating and giving a speech because I am number 2 in my class (yay!). I've survived nursing school, but somehow I can't handle a move.
This whole moving thing would be much easier if: 1) I didn't currently have possessions in 3 locations separated by an hour. It's hard to decide where you'll need things when you don't even know what you're doing. I currently have a plastic shopping bag of important papers that I don't really know where to leave that I'm shuffling around with me. It's a bad system. 2) I was moving out of a place where I don't have a deadline that is rapidly approaching. I'm not worried about the stuff at my parents. I can move that whenever. 3) I wasn't moving from one third story apartment into another third story apartment an hour and a half away. This makes moving a tiring and slightly exhausting ordeal. And finally 4) If I had some money to buy boxes or remembered to steal some from Kim so I could stop using random backpacks, suitcases, shopping bags, and tote bags from my closet. They don't call me the bag lady for nothing.
I'd like to say this will all be over soon, but really I have no idea when it will be over. The stressful part should be over on the 20th. And hopefully nothing else will go wrong till then.
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