I'm still moving house, or rather moving from a room to an apartment. It is not that I have so many things in my room, most of my stuff is already in my apartment now. No, it's collecting the things I didn't have, furniture, kitchenwares, and appliances.
It helps that the recycling-shops and second hand items sites are very popular here, so with a little effort and smart 'shopping' you can have a lot for a little money. I have to admit that I do consider myself lucky to have a car, so I can indeed collect something easily. But I do take into account the costs for collecting things, after all it's pointless to drive across the country and spend a fortune on fuel if something can be found closer, but slightly more expensive.
This week has been very rough for me. I started to get sick on Monday, after collecting a sofa. I has a session with my therapist on Tuesday, which was far from easy. Yesterday I collected my dining room set, which wasn't the smartest idea, considering my flu-like symptoms. But now the advantage of being a multiple (albeit broken) shows off. The one driving the car wasn't sick or at least suffered a lot less from the symptoms. But once everything was in my apartment, we switched back the state we were in again and needed to rest for the rest of the day. Now I'm almost done and the last bits need to be moved from my room to the apartment. I'd like to finish it today, it's one car load anyway, but I fear it's going to be too much. I don't have a logical reason for moving the last bits today, other than a feeling that it's going to be 'hard' postponing it another day.
Maybe I should add that the apartment is like an island or oasis of peace. As soon as I set foot there, it's like the rest of the world stops existing and only the occasional noises from people outside make me realize I'm still in the world. It's easy enough to filter those noises out mentally, they're not intrusive at all.
The move also made me painfully aware again of my (not so severe) handicap. I have a mild form of Prosopagnosia (face blindness), which results in that I hardly recognize someone's face in an environment that is different from where I usually know them, unless I know them very well (I rely on other clues than the face in that case). Yesterday I went to the supermarket to buy some coffee and other things and I thought I saw my new landlord. I didn't greet the person, since I know that I'm often mistaken about their identity. The embarrassment of falsely identifying someone is too much for me at the moment, so I avoid these kind of things. Later it turned out that it wasn't my landlord, when I saw him at his house (the right setting to recognize him). I've already seen several men walking through the town looking like my landlord, so getting to know and recognize my landlord "in the wild" will be tough. The good thing is that now I have a name for this annoying handicap and knowing I'm not just crazy...
