DIARY of a 99%-er: The Struggle Between Survival and Creative Expression

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March 1

“For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. … Happiness is a journey, not a destination.” – Alfred D’Souza


Today, Simon and I have the monumental task of moving out of our apartment. It didn’t seem like we had that much stuff as we packed it up, but today it seems like everything has multiplied overnight.

It’s a day I have been dreading for weeks. I encountered so much resistance to even starting to pack that of course, I waited until the last minute, and now today, I’m overwhelmed with finishing the packing and with moving. And, what a fiasco it has been.

The first challenge was trying to figure out how to move since Simon and I are doing a split move – I’m putting most of my things in storage and Simon is moving his things into his room in Laguna Beach. Luckily, Simon was able to get into his room early so he could start moving some of his things out.

For the rest of our stuff, we asked our neighbor, Billy, if he could help us. We barely know him, but as he’s not working right now either, he has loads of free time, so we offered him 50 bucks to help us for a few hours. Little did I know what a mistake that would be.

He turned out to be domineering at first. And then just plain lazy. Poor Simon. The very first thing he and Billy tried to haul down three flights of stairs was the couch. Simon wanted to move it a certain way, but Billy insisted they do it his way. They were barely out the door before Simon tweaked something in his back. They had to put the couch down and then make several attempts to move it downstairs. By the time, they finally got it all the way downstairs, where the storage containers were, Simon was bent over in pain and exhausted.

About an hour later, Billy announced abruptly he was done, saying all of a sudden that he had a “phone interview” to attend to. Then, he proceeded to talk on the phone for hours on his deck, right outside our door, watching Simon and me try to move the rest of our stuff. Simon swore he heard Billy at one point say to a friend on the phone, “I just got $50. Let’s go get wasted.”

That left Simon by himself to move the rest of our heavy stuff downstairs, with me helping with what I could carry.

The next debacle was that I totally underestimated how many storage containers we would need. We already had one container, so I thought we would only need two more. But we had way more stuff than I thought, so we had to keep unpacking and repacking our belongings into the new containers. Thank God it wasn’t raining.

At the end of the day, somehow, we managed to get everything into all the containers, except our box spring. So, after we had hauled it down three flights of stairs, we had to haul it back up for the night. At least we had something to sleep on for our last night in the apartment.

So, we hauled it onto the deck and slept outside under the stars for our last night in Orange County together. Utterly worn out, we just collapsed into it. Before we went to sleep, we set our intention that we would move back in together as soon as possible, from a place of abundance. We felt the energy of the stars pulsating through us as we slept.


The next morning I was on a plane for my uncle’s house. I put on my iPod and settled into the flight as the Paul Simon song, Slip Slidin’ Away played, like a lucid message from the heavens.


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