Moving. That’s what I’ve been doing since leaving court on Thursday morning.
Thanks to the help of my parents and the assistance of a two person moving company – we have fully moved into our new office at 437 Naubuc Avenue, Suite 107 in Glastonbury. By fully I mean – we still need some things for our walls, our bathroom needs a mirror, and we have a trip to Ikea to make. But if you walked in, you’d never know the space was empty on Thursday morning.
For the first time since 2008, Allison has her very own walled office. She is happy about this. I am too.
I have the best parents in the world. I’m so grateful for all of their help and support in getting the office online. It wouldn’t have been possible without them.
There were only a few problems with the move. The fridge that the big box store delivery guys insisted would fit – doesn’t. Fortunately, the big box store has been surprisingly awesome to deal with and a new fridge will arrive on Tuesday. Thank you, Becky at big box store.
The moving company smashed the glass on a twin cities marathon poster. They didn’t tell me about this. I found out when I went to vacuum out my old office this afternoon. I also found out they left their dollys as parting gifts. I’ll get a new frame. They’ll get their dolly.
Oh and the dishwasher wouldn’t turn on. I wouldn’t bet against user error but as of now I can’t get it to work.
But those things aren’t the story of the move.
The story of the move is about closings and openings.
Moving into my office on Main Street was hard. I hadn’t planned to go solo. I had left a partnership that I had formed just over a year prior. I was sad. I knew I had to move forward and I did.
And the work showed in my new office. Furniture was purchased and placed where I wanted it. Wires were tucked away. Ikea trips were made. Homegoods, too. In just under the two years I occupied the space nothing really moved.
More folks joined me. Stuff was added. But nothing really moved. Until the move.
Moving brought back a lot of feelings that I had let rest or forgotten were even there. This was Thursday night.
Life can turn on a dime. – Stephen King 11/23/1963
Friday was different. In between trips in the moving van, I received two unexpected and much appreciated emails. Those emails helped me move forward. Those emails helped me to move without baggage. Heavy baggage. They were a gift.
Tomorrow, 437 Naubuc Ave. Suite 107 is ready for business. I have my daughter’s “step up” ceremony tomorrow morning – so proud of her. After that the builder is coming over to look at the dishwasher. A client is coming in at noon. Then I’ll meet with Becky to make sure the new fridge will fit in the space. Andrew and I are meeting with a new client later tomorrow afternoon. And at some point the movers will get their dollys and my frame will be replaced.
And I’ll do so in a new place. A better place in every way than I was in on Thursday. For this I am grateful.