Only a few days ago I thought I was Dumbledore
. Now, oddly enough, I feel like I'm Voldemort -- my stuff is in seven different places all over the country.
Some of it is here with me in Austin in my new apartment (which, BTW, is pure awesomeness).
Some of it is in Fedex's routing system because I shipped it to myself. With any luck, I should get it in a week.
Some of it is in the trunk of my car, or what used to be my car, in Albuquerque. I hope to have it back some day (the stuff in the trunk, not the car. The car's a goner.)
A lot of it is in storage. I can't even go get it because I don't have a car.
A few things are at my relatives' place in Midland, TX.
My vacuum cleaner is in Houston. (Don't ask how.)
My mail is still getting sent to California. I haven't done the redirection thing yet, because I had no idea if or when I'd reach Austin :)
So there you go. I feel like a part of me is in each of these places. Which probably means I'm indestructible, but on the other hand I will never feel whole again. [sniff]