Moving

I just had a surprise visit from x. He found out from someone about my move, and came over. Happily, it's all good, he couldn't care less that I'm moving! This proves that we are well and truly over. And I'm really glad. I give all the credit to his new girlfriend, who has taken his mind off of me. He always said 'the best way to get over someone is to replace them.' Kinda cold, in my opinion, but in this case, I'm glad it proved to be true.

I've got an apartment over there where I'm moving - a batchelor suite (no bedroom) on the fifth floor of a six floor building. My sister went there to check it out for me today. She tells me it has a great view, and the building is beside some sort of a ravine. There's a common room with a pool table, and best of all ... a piano! I don't know if I'll get over my shyness and actually be able to play in front of the other tenants, but I plan to try. The rent is thirty-five dollars less than I'm paying at the apartment I'm living in now, so I'll be even better off financially than I have been here! Not to mention that heat and hot water are paid for (as they are in this apartment), and cable vision is free! The only hitch is that it's not available until September six, and I've told my building manager here that I'll be out of here on the first. My sister has offered to let me live at her home for those few extra days, and I guess I'll have to get the moving company to deposit my few furnishings somewhere (maybe in my sister's garage?) until I can bring them over to the apartment. I'm trying to come up with other solutions to this problem - possibly I will be able to stay here until the sixth, if my apartment hasn't been rented out.

The other week I made a dumb mistake. I deposited what I thought was my work cheque, into the bank, using the bank machine rather than the human teller. I went to the bank a few days later, and by a series of coincidences, discovered that I'd actually deposited the cheque stub, rather than the cheque! I still had the cheque in my wallet (I'd thought it was the stub). The teller sent an email to Victoria, telling them of the mistake, and telling them not to black list my bank card. But I found out tonight that it was too late! My bank card has been rendered unusable, because it appears as though I was trying to pull a fast one! At least I will have the teller as witness that it was all an innocent mistake, but I hope I won't have a lot of trouble getting this straightened out! I hope I will be able to get my money out in time for the move, and to cash my cheques! I guess this is the kind of thing that happens when a person has too much on their mind....

Anyway, I'm busy packing. And I'm trying to experience everything even more deeply - all the sounds and smells and noises etc, of this apartment and neighbourhood. I'm commiting everything to memory, because soon I will be gone forever. I might come back here for holidays in the future, but there are stores that I will never shop in again. Places I will never again walk. In a few weeks I will never again see the walls of this apartment. Never sit out on the porch in the moonlight when I can't sleep. I've never in my life made such a long distance move all on my own. When I moved before, from the mainland to a gulf Island, and then from that gulf Island to this larger Island, I was doing it with x. Now it's all up to me to arrange things. Up to me to make sure I have all utilities closed, and opened over at the other end. And to ensure I have a moving van on the correct date, and to get all the miriad of details straightened out. I'm finding it fun actually. It's wonderful to find that I'm more than capable to taking care of this on my own.