At some time around 11 last night, the enor­mity of this hor­rific thing hit me. Not so much the pack­ing side — that’s okay, I can deal with that; enough of my life is already exist­ing in boxes for it to be no huge dif­fer­ence (that said, I think I have an assess­ment or two the week we’re mov­ing, so that will be fun…). I’m more wor­ried about con­ti­nu­ity of life in general.

Despite what too many geeks would tell you, there is life beyond the Inter­net. My phys­i­cal address is just as impor­tant to me as other addresses, although cer­tainly less often vis­ited. Hav­ing said that, the cir­cum­stances which brought me to worry about such things can be attrib­uted to geek effects, specif­i­cally, my own­er­ship of domain names. Bugger.

Does that make me as sad as I thought it did but moments after? Screw the bank, my school, friends and who­ever else has my address! What about my Whois records!?

This’d be eas­ier to resolve if I knew where I’m mov­ing to in how­ever many weeks time it is now — my present night­mare isn’t liv­ing in a Self-Storage facil­ity (heh, tak­ing the “Self” part of “Self-Storage” a lit­tle too lit­er­ally, per­haps), but rather hav­ing to tem­porar­ily receive mail at such a loca­tion! What do I do? Is it eas­ier just to hope that I don’t get any cor­re­spon­dence of sub­stance for a few weeks in limbo, and leave a for­ward­ing address, hop­ing noth­ing too urgent arrives? Or should I send peo­ple “DON’T SEND ME MAIL!!!” mes­sages for the week pre­ced­ing the great tra­ver­sal to the as-yet-undefined new place of residence?

Per­haps I should leave a scan­ner behind, and request the new own­ers email let­ters to me. Hmm. The geek options are always the most appealing…

Tags: bank, Self-Storage facility