Gordon Davidescu wrote this article.
Sometime around the middle of last August, I realized that I had to move away from Seattle and get back to New York City. I could hear the words of none other than David W. Boles from a few years ago; this is more curious because I have never heard his voice. He wrote me then, when I was first moving out here, to tell me that it was just going to be a matter of time before I came back. Well I am certainly glad that we didn’t make a money wager on that because it was only a couple of years later when those words began to come true.
Prior to my moving to Seattle, I had done an obscene amount of moving around – more moving in the span of a couple of years than some people do in one lifetime.
Let us review, shall we?
I started out at Rutgers at the very end of 2001 and moved to Israel for all of three months.
I then moved to New York from around April of 2002 until September.
For about a week or so I lived in the city of Adelaide, in Australia.
That went so well that I transitioned into living in Highland Park, New Jersey for about two weeks until I couldn’t take that anymore and moved back to New York – the same apartment where I lived the previous time.
I stayed in New York from November until February 17, when I moved to Monsey to be in a full time Jewish school.
I stayed in Monsey until July 30, 2003 – my birthday – and then moved to New York where I had a friend that was letting me stay with him until I found my own place.
I found my own place and stayed there all of about a week or so before I realized it was the wrong place and it was back to living with my friend.
I finally found an apartment where I could live a couple of months later.
You’d think that by this point I would be sick of moving and would have settled down, right?
Of course not. I was only getting started!
I had to make the move to Seattle in November of 2004 – or so I thought.
I’m glad that I moved out here, even if I stayed in one apartment for less than half of a year because I have been in my apartment where I am now for nearly three years – it will be more than three years when I finally leave, G-d willing, at the end of August.
How did this all happen, and why am I still here if I already came to the conclusion that it would be a prudent decision to move back to New York?
Quite simply, it is down to friendship. I have a friend here who decided to move to New Jersey and I am helping the friend make arrangements to end their twenty-six year relationship with the state of Washington so that they can live on the east coast as has been their life long desire.
Who wouldn’t want to live within spitting distance of places like the Upright Citizen’s Brigade, and close to one hundred kosher pizza places – if not more? Evidently, a lot of people; I happen not to be one of them.
In the last several months I have been selling, sending, giving, and trashing. What could this possibly mean? Quite simply, it just doesn’t make sense to transport everything one has accumulated over the course of three years from one coast to another unless one happens to be disgustingly wealthy – even then it sometimes doesn’t make sense.
Some things are a lot easier to sell and replace. For example, it’s a lot easier to sell books and get them again – especially if you happen to have a Kindle from Amazon as I finally now do.
Not only that, but I have realized that I don’t even want to replace a lot of the books that I have sold. Ever since I have gotten into the habit of borrowing books from the library, I have realized that there are so many books out there that I will read once and be done with for life that it now takes a lot for me to actually want to spend money on a book.
(One notable exception happens to be when an author puts down his or her signature and I am quite fond of the author – I just recently bought a book by John Waters on his history of making films that could only be described as John Waters films, and it was definitely worth the purchase.)
There are other things that are easier to send than to sell and replace. A lot of the religious texts that I have, which do not depreciate in value quite so easily – I have some books that, since I no longer wanted, have managed to sell for just as much as I originally paid. The books that I did want all fit in two boxes, and just one of them cost me about $17 to send by Media Mail – a lot less than what it would take to replace them all, not to speak of the time to list each book.
I have a good number of friends out here, thank G-d – and since they’re almost all going to continue living here, I am giving away plenty of things to them. Not only could they derive benefit from the things but some of the things were given to me when I moved here so it seems appropriate.
Then we have the last category – outright trash. Papers and magazines and even some books – and clothing upon clothing upon clothing. I am going to have a fairly limited amount of space when I move – yes, right back in with my friend who let me stay with him five years ago.
This time I have agreed to help cook and clean in the apartment so I will be doing my part to contribute. The clothing – there is just too much of it here and there are so many people in the world that wear trash bags that I can’t help but donate my excess clothing whenever I can; now is an especially good time to give away a large amount of clothing.
These last 85 or so days will prove the toughest because I have to send about a box or so every week as well as start looking for people who might be interested in my furniture. Then we have the wonderful world of changing my address with every single last organization that really believes that they need it.
Believe me, there are some that I wish didn’t know where I lived.
As this moving process continues I will be sure to let you know all of the fantastically fun updates in this world of coast to coast relocation. I can only hope to eventually find somewhere that I will be able to call home for more than a few years at a time.