Poagao's Journal

Absolutely Not Your Monkey

Oct 31 2007

Yes, again.

If you recall this post from last June, I’ve been living in a rented apartment while renting out the apartment I actually own to a friend for the last year and a half or so. A couple of nights ago I packed said friend, who was quite drunk, into a taxi headed for the airport at 3am so that she could return to California.

So I’m moving. Again.

The last couple of days has been a scramble to arrange things; I had painters over last night, and the noxious smell wafting from my door led to an introduction to my new neighbor, a French guy who didn’t particularly care for the odor. I can’t blame him; it was foul indeed, and lingers disturbingly enough to make me consider staying at a sauna for the next few nights. I mopped the floors this morning, and I’ve also been trying to arrange my things into a somewhat movable state. Steven the Mover is on his way over as I type this to help me accomplish this decidedly unpleasant task.

It will be strange transferring my flag back to the Water Curtain Cave (as Winter approaches, I don’t like the wet, damp image that name suggests so upon moving in this time I’m thinking of rechristening it). I’ve grown accustomed to the light, spacious airy feel of the rented place, though I could never bring myself to come up with an inventive name for it. The Muddy Basin Ramblers recorded the lion’s share of our upcoming album here. The sun shines in in the morning and afternoon, and a nice cross-breeze can be enjoyed with windows on both sides open. But there is the fact that I’m occasionally forced to listen to piano practice, as well as the proximity to Bitan firework activity, and I suppose it’s also living a bit beyond my means, and I didn’t want to have to deal with being a landlord any more. My own place is nice enough, especially if what the watchman downstairs told him about the loud elderly couple spending a lot more time living at their children’s house is true. If not, I’ll have to put some money into soundproofing. And some new blinds.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, Steven’s knocking on my door.

UPDATE: It’s dark out now. Everything’s moved over to the Cave, everything except for my computer, that is. I’m sitting in my computer room, surrounded by echoey white walls bathed in glaring white fluorescent light, as well as detritus left over from the move. For some reason I feel reluctant to leave. If I don’t turn my head, I can pretend that everything is normal.

But I guess it’s time to get to it, though, to unplug the computer and Internet, pack the speakers on the desk and roll it on over to the new/old place. The garbage truck’s playing its melody downstairs, and mosquitoes are flying in the slot left by the removal of the air conditioner. Time to go.

posted by Poagao at 4:33 am  

4 Comments

  1. ‘Water Curtain Cave’ is far more evocative.

    Comment by Prince Roy — October 31, 2007 @ 10:07 am

  2. Hmm, maybe I should hold a referendum on the issue.

    Comment by Poagao — October 31, 2007 @ 10:20 am

  3. first you need to stage a cross-island torch run.

    Comment by Prince Roy — October 31, 2007 @ 12:00 pm

  4. How about a cross-island car tour? At a leisurely pace, of course. We could put made-up flags in the windows and ask people along the way what I should call my apartment rather than “my apartment”.

    Comment by Poagao — November 1, 2007 @ 4:10 am

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