Moving is NOT an adventure — it’s a months-long process that has more twists and turns than I could ever have anticipated. First, it needs to be said that Hemlock Farms (where I now live) is a community of over 4000 homes that is definitely not the last stop before drinking the hemlock-laced beverage like Socrates did. It was a tree farm before homes were built here starting in the early 1960s. Now that we have that over with, back to moving. Second, being a list-maker, moving required multiple lists and, whether you keep lists on paper or on your electronic device, it is vital for keeping track of the things you leave behind and the things you are moving toward. Think of all the people who need to be notified. I added the stress of selling my home and retiring from two jobs. Those required their own lists!
Since Hemlock is a community of many vacation homes and part-time residents, there is no street mail delivery so I have two addresses — can you see where this is going? One is the physical address and the other is the mailing address for the mailroom. Unbelievably, there are different addresses for mail and for packages since the zip code — 18428 — includes two towns, Hawley and Lords Valley (not “the” Lord, but Levi Lord — another story entirely)! If you want mail, send to Lords Valley, if packages are being delivered (sometimes to the house and sometimes to the mail room), you want Hawley! And, the mail room is only open for 2 hours each day for package pick-up. Because of this ill thought out system, changing one’s address becomes quite the exercise.
Happily, I got most things changed little by little and waited for things to be forwarded from my old address. Of course, this didn’t happen at all, so I was innocently thinking that I was brilliant and organized and that everything was covered. Thanks to the young woman who bought my house, a rather large package of mail arrived one day, including important documents like the tax bill(!) that had not been forwarded by the US Postal Service. They did, however, manage to reroute all junk mail and Tuesday Morning ads!
The one thing left to do, once I figured out the system, was to get a Pennsylvania driver’s license and voter registration card. I suppose you think my next post will be about the hassle of standing in line or dealing with bureaucrats (maybe a bit), but it’s more about having to prove to the state that I am a citizen of the United States and that I am deserving of a photo id. All this was required before I could register my car. And people asked me what I was doing with “all my free time!”