D*I*Y Guide To Moving

My picture nameGreetings, Steve here. I've just moved this week and if there was ever an organizational challenge, this is it. My girlfriend, Meghan, and I moved from Halifax, on the East Coast of Canada, to Vancouver, on the West Coast. Basically, we figured that eventually they were just going to move everybody from the Maritimes to Vancouver, so we just wanted to beat the rush. (Those of you in other parts of the world won't get that, but, trust me, everyone at home is nodding, thinking that makes pretty good sense).

Anyway, I worked very hard to make my move as painless as possible by organizing everything, from utility numbers to addresses of people on both coasts, from phone numbers to flight numbers in my planner, hoping that everything would work seemlessly and be as smooth as possible. And then I forgot my planner in Halifax.

Well, nothing's ever perfect. Starting the second leg of my flight in Montreal, we were held up by mechanical difficulties. The pilot came on the intercom while we were on the tarmac and said:

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we appear to be having a problem with one of our engines. It's not working. It may be iced up or something, we're not sure. We'll just stay here for a while, while we try to figure this out."

As anxious as I was to be off, it seems to me that the pilot probably had the right idea there. I mean, I tend to be a pretty seat-of-the-pants kind of guy, but there's just no way that that's good. You could stay up all night, really work at it, and you'll never, ever come up with a way that having only three of your four engines working is a good thing. Even if you got in the air, you'd probably go in a big circle, such that I would have ended up in Ixtapa, Mexico. (Actually... considering how much rain Vancouver gets in the winter, that might not have been entirely a bad thing.)

Vancouver gets A LOT of rain. Today was the 26th straight day of rain they've gotten... or is it the 26th straight month? No matter, the people here seem more than able to cope by drowning their sorrows in sushi and expesso. And dope.

I was amazed at how disconnected I felt before we got our phone and Internet connected. Even though I hardly know anybody here and nobody's really calling me now that I have a phone, I felt like a persona non grata when I didn't have one, especially when the guy at the phone company told us that our house didn't exist. I mean, that just hurt. They can tell me that they're having connection problems, I'm over my bandwidth, they could even claim that I was a dyslexic communist Martian, but don't tell me that my house doesn't exist. I guess you'd call that an identity crisis.

Anyhow, we're up and running now and fully connected, but, in retrospect, I'd say the move certainly could have gone more smoothly. Forgetting my planner was one of the smoothest things I did. I didn't go for the traditional method of packing, by packing a little bit at a time and moving in a relatively unstressful, organized way. I opted for the leave it 'til the very last minute and stay up all night semi-randomly throwing things in bags method. I'm beginning to think that, organisationally speaking at least, my purpose in life may be largely to serve as a warning to others. Thus my column today. Head the advice of the disorganized, all ye contemplating a move: just pitch everything and start again. Trust me, it'll be way easier in the end.

So, until next time, keep your planner organised... and preferably in the same end of the country.

Steve Sharam
p.s. The Dyslexic Communist Martians would make either a good band or a good federal commision investigating something really pointless.

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hey steve! welcome to the

hey steve!

welcome to the west coast. it's definitely wetter here... and much more relaxed. or so i hear. :-)

anyhoo, enjoy vancouver... i know it's my favorite city in canadia!

who lives in vancouver, but not BC. (vancouver, wa. that is. 6 hours south of you)


Yeah, thanx:) It's nice to be here on the Wet Coast:S

Steve Sharam

Wet coast indeed. I love it

Wet coast indeed. I love it here though, wouldn't want to live anywhere else. The island is gorgeous, that's where I live. All the mildness and scenery and less people.

Packing methods

Wait, I thought "leave it 'til the very last minute and stay up all night semi-randomly throwing things in bags" was the traditional method...

Do you procrastinate?

hope you are settling in.

that's okay. You can get a new free planner here right?

Funny thing, I had a guy from Vancouver posting under one of my paintings of downtown St. Johhn's, Nfld. (as downtown as it gets at any rate.) He said he found himself looking at real estate in the area for an hour after seeing the painting, and almost had his wife convinced to move east.

I think it had something to do with the cost of real estate, but I suggest being retired or self employeed might be a good thing if he was considering the move.

There is beauty to found from east to west, but I have a lot of friends in Vancouver that rave about how lovely it is.

all the best, jp.

The art of unpacking...

Now I know I gave you a bum steer over the dog, but listen Steve it's good information from a man who's made mistakes... DON'T unpack!

Take your replacement planner complete with mood log, street map and new address and tell Meghan you need maple syrup/eggs/brioche (I have no idea what dyslexic communist Martians eat :P ) and ask her to carry on unpacking while you fetch some. Using the power of the planner look up and buy the correct appeasement then hang around the aquarium for a couple of hours. When you return - vola! Not only are you unpacked, anything you packed by mistake such as Buffy posters, old but favorite running shoes, CDs only you like, etc. have all found their way to the bin without an argument. How cool is that?

O-oh, I'm getting that look again, I best go check the mood log...