Technically it’s about 33 days until the drop-dead move-out date (31 days until the end of lease) until I need to be purged, packed, and pressing on to parts beyond Nevada for a spell. My current spot has been that for the longest contiguous time span since I headed off to college from my parents’ home, and while I’m not pleased with how the property owners where I live at present handled the “no-cause notice of non-renewal” (higher rents from new tenants, no doubt) after I had received my notice to renew, I think the change is ultimately good and will lead to positive things with just a small change in surroundings.
Not to mention the joys of those first two P words above… clearly it would be easier if I was living at home as I did when I was traveling abroad so often for work. Always ready to pack up and head to the airport, whether I was at home in Las Vegas, in my favorite North Star Hotel in Dublin, or anywhere else. While I did learn quite a bit from my post-house-fire move just over 8 years ago from Sunnyvale, California to here in Las Vegas, I can factor my possessions yet again as I prep this move with more than a few seconds to head for the door.
Something that has been sort of interesting, is the process that began the moment I learned that I would be moving… there is a process that is not unlike anything else we deal with day to day, and as a programmer it becomes immediately clear (again) just how much of a programming challenge a move is. Not quite Towers of Hanoi (though I’ll leave that as a possibility, because we can never be too sure), but there is definitely a workflow here that includes factoring the process, coordinating some garbage collection, some compression, some loading and storing, some parallelism, and so on. Once I had the relocation destination sorted (that was 28 hours after I got the news, luckily…), arranging the operations and their ordering is not too difficult.
I’m going to leave that there because 33 days from now I will be quite pleased with myself, or quite not.