moving

the day of the move i had one of those hangovers that crescendos and peaks at around mid afternoon. woke up in the morning feeling not too bad considering, took a shower and felt even better. but when my dad came by around 11 am and we started to load the car and i realised that it might be not be turning up all roses.

the end of packing is always a rout; a full on retreat - whereas in the early stages things were collected, categorized, put into boxes, well marked, well stacked for maximum density - the last legs involve throwing random shit into trash bags. perhaps the hangover helped though. these final moments cause me some stress, but i think my mind might have been blurred just enough to not care.

the apex of nausea probably occurred on the ride home. at some point i had to just close my eyes. "how much did you drink?" my dad asked, "i dunno, a bunch" i said.

so far i am really enjoying being home. the main news here is that the bamboo is sprouting (or shooting) at a rapid pace, you almost feel like you can watch them grow. feels like they almost grow about a foot per day sometimes. my mom goes out everyday and harvests them, puts them in soups and stir fries. theres nothing i like more, really. "this is really organic" she says.

in my room awaited an entire host of beetles, not sure what kind. the sort you usually see in the woods though. at night all was quiet except for the sound of them, buzzing about, crashing into the lamp over and over. no one ever learns. i got fed up with that and got out the dyson. my parents have nice things, the dyson is really a superb vacuum; its everything as advertised, clean, powerful, and most importantly, it doesn't kick out any dust/smell. i wonder if the beetles died instantly or if they are simply starving to death in the belly of a machine which surpasses their comprehension.

as promised, my parents are giving me 2 rooms upstairs. the bed room has a nice tatami mat area. there is a sitting room with a flat screen tv and a view of the backyard woods area. my bathroom has a steam shower with a nice little polished granite ledge incase its gets all to tiring; its a little too much really. every bathroom is appointed with moisturizing soaps w/ loofahs, when all i every want is a bar of your most caustic soap.