Not long ago, I moved to a new state and a new city. I’ve
moved before but always within the same county so avoided many of the issues
that confronted me for this relocation.
Changing from the Central to the Eastern time zone seemed like a minor thing and I was
not prepared for how much this would affect me. In Illinois, the sun's first light
always woke me. In the summer, that meant rising well before 6:00 AM. Now, however,
it is still dark at 6:00 AM so, without the alarm, I don’t wake until 7:00 or
even 7:30. I gave up trying to watch the local news. I can’t make myself stay
awake until 11:00 PM to see it.
Changing one’s address may or may not result in mail being
forwarded. I had a post office box for more than 25 years. When I submitted the
change of address form, the post office refused to forward the mail saying I
was a business and they couldn’t forward business mail. Oh puleeze. The post office recommends individuals
get a box for security reasons but refuses to accept that a person might move.
Where is the logic in that?
Also regarding mail, there must be an automated change of
address notification process in place because I receive lots of junk mail for
companies in Illinois. Frankly, I do not intend to drive 730 miles for an oil
change. Yesterday, I received an advertising flyer from my former electricity
provider. Of course the company has my new address so it could send the final
bill but that should have been the end of it. If it sends flyers to all former
residents, imagine the expense. No wonder it needs to raise rates.
I’ve moved several times and each time, something gets left
behind or gets lost. From my first apartment to my second, it was a box of
books. From my townhouse to my apartment, it was my favorite soup pot. In the
flurry of packing and the chaos of moving, I am resigned that something will
disappear. The moving gods must be appeased.
No matter where one goes, traffic patterns are different.
When and where the rush hour windows occur can be a surprise. Here, after
morning rush, traffic is fairly light until about 1:00 PM. Then it doubles or
triples, increasing until after evening rush.
Moving out of state adds to the adventure. In addition to
finding my way around and locating new grocery stores, the library, and a
Starbucks, I bumped into new rules for driving and voting. (More proof that
there is nothing united about the United States.)
I’ve been in my new city for four months. I am somewhat
settled and can explore for fun rather than out of necessity. There are several
museums nearby and many large parks. It was a big move and included some big
headaches but now I rarely reach for the ibuprofen.