In This Technological Age
Considering how nomadic the people of the world have become – moving streets, cities, states, countries at a whim – you’d think the art and science of moving would have improved.
But really, it hasn’t changed much since the settlers moved west in covered wagons. It’s still just your stuff, a lot of cardboard boxes, a big truck and some muscle.
That’s it. No better. No improvements.
I need some razzle dazzle technology here, people. Can’t the finest minds in Silicon Valley and beyond get on this?
If they can build a better toilet and build a better thermostat then they can build a better moving system.
Let’s think beyond the cardboard box, people!
I’m talking about something like Star Trek transport. Push a button. Boom baby, your crap is at a new address.
Or levitation. Alakazam! Your sh*t’s in the truck!
Or wiggle my nose Bewitched style and it simply happens. Move house and cook a post roast, all in three shakes of a nariz.
Something better than boxes and packing tape rolls that always run out just at that crucial moment.
I say all of this as I take in the view at my home. Boxes everywhere. The Good Man and I wondering why we both have so much crap. Wondering if we can cull it down more. Wondering how in the heck we are going to get this all done.
Because perspective is a lovely thing, on Monday, I was chatting with a coworker who also has an upcoming move. We were talking about packing and shredding and donating and both of us were tut-tutting and shaking our heads at it all.
He asked me “how far is away is your new house?”
“Oh, a few miles,” I said.
“Imagine being me moving 6,000 miles. To a new country.” (he’s moving from Dublin to San Francisco in two months)
So ok. He’s got to pack all his crap into wooden shipping boxes. Talk about space limitations! Talk about a man who could use an easy transporter.
Ah well. Hand me the bungee cords. Let’s get back to work.
Today’s Theme Thursday topic is: view
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