I'm beyond the normal bored. I'm superbored.
My schedule over the next three weeks has me on the road (something I committed to do before receiving this new job offer) and when I come off the road I'm switching jobs, so I've done 95% of the stuff already. The only thing really untouched thus far is the desk I'm sitting at and the PC I'm typing on. The desk and chair are being picked up tomorrow morning.
I decided to make the move easier by divesting myself of everything I didn't want to keep badly enough to move two states. When I started making that list, I stopped and made a list of things I DO want to move two states. Then I weighed the cost of the move against trimming the list down to getting rid of everything that can't go in a single trip on my truck. then I called a few people I know and told them I was giving away everything from groceries to furniture. I made sure they showed up at the same time. Greed did the rest. I just watched that nothing I actually wanted to keep went out the door.
So, now I sit in a house where all my remaining belongings are in a single room. I feel like a monk who's taken a vow of poverty or something. The cat wanders aimlessly through the house sniffing bare places where things once were. When I make too much noise she hides behind the fridge, one of the few reaining objects she knows. Part of me wants to join her, but it's just the frightened child part that most of us carry around inside. Most of me just wants December 18 to get here so I can close the doors on this place, hand over the keys and close this chapter firmly and cleanly before opening the next one. I wouldn't even be exploring these feelings, but I don't feel like tugging on my manhood at the moment. Somebody do something entertaining.