Tomorrow is the moving day already. I have managed to sell my flat, find a new place, get it painted, put carpets in, drove around all shops searching for boxes, packed most of the things… And now, I am sitting in my room that contains just empty furniture, my bed and my computer. It’s half past ten right now and in less than 9 hours the movers will arrive. And I sit here and feel nothing…
I mean, yes, I guess I am kinda sad to leave, and I am kinda excited to be in a new place again. But then, I have moved so many times over the last few years that these feelings are so common I no longer “feel” them. When I think of packing, I no longer feel the panic and anxiety. I just grab a box and pack my whole kitchen in under an hour, because my hands move on their own. I don’t even have to pay much attention, the body just knows what to do. When I finished packing the kitchen this evening, I realized that. I realized that somewhere along the road, few moving ago, something changed. I feel broken somewhat. Does it make sense? When I tell people that this is my 16th moving, I get strange looks. I say it’s not a big deal, I am used to it. But is IS a big deal. My seven-years-old dog has moved more times than most people in their entire lives. And that is not okay. And right now I am packing for moving tomorrow while thinking about what I shall leave in the boxes for the next moving… That is not normal, right?
Anyway, apart from packing life into boxes once again, I did have some pretty exciting few weeks. And not always in a good way, though now that I look back, some of it is pretty funny… I’m gonna ahead and share because while it was extremely frustrating at the time, it did end well and all I can do now is laugh about it. So, I have decided it’s time for me to get a packer. Because I am starting to pass for a guy much better now and well, for the better feeling of course. And because I am the kinda person that doesn’t do things half way, I decided to get one of those Peecock STP packer thingies. Fun, right? I ordered one with some straps and even briefs. Since the postage was so high anyway, why not. So I paid via Paypal, got the email with the confirmation and stuff and the package was on the way… I did say before I live in Czech Republic, right? Now, I did read the part about customs, but hey, who’s gonna put through customs a small package with some underwear and “a toy”? Yes, you guessed right. Anyway, I wait for my package to arrive, finally get a call from dad that I have something at the post. I drive like crazy from work to catch the post office opened, and then I receive a thick envelope. Hmph, what the heck? I tear the envelope open and I can’t believe my eyes – it’s a letter from the customs in Czech, asking me to clarify what is in the package, what value does it have (down to the proof of purchase, mind you) and even what material it is from… It took me good ten minutes to read through it until I arrived to the last two pages, which were actually photos of the package – and on one of that photo, a label in Czech stared at me reading “Reason for Import – Underwear? Erotic Stuff?” I was completely speechless. So, I went home, sat down and started gathering all the papers they needed from me for the package to be allowed through customs. I had to also wrote a letter, so I did. I explained how I am transgender person and how the package they are holding onto so much is something that will help my life quite a bit. I also expressed my deep humiliation at having to write something like this and asked them to remove that label from the package before they process it to our local small-town post. Over a week has passed and today, the package finally arrived. To say that I had to pay for the customs almost third of what the package itself cost me is probably waste of time. And what a surprise, they did not remove the label. So, I picked up my “Erotic Stuff” from our little post office and instead of feeling mortified, I just had to laugh. First, because I am moving out of here tomorrow and I am not likely to see them ever again, and then because I just imagined what a worm will this put into their heads, trying to figure out, what the heck could I order from Singapore that I couldn’t order from Czech (because yes, we do have our own Erotic Stuff freely accessible).😀 I did share the story with my dad who also laughed. Because hey, life’s too short to keep worrying constantly. So, if there’s anybody out there who went through the same, cheers! And if you haven’t, I hope it at least made you laugh.🙂
On other note, on Friday I’ll be 11 weeks on T. I am getting facial hair now too, just little under my chin and my upper lip (though I did have quite a mustache before too :-D), and my legs are starting to look very much like monkey’s. I am getting thin line also on my stomach and belly, some stray hair on my chest and even shoulders… Jeez, I wonder where that comes from… I mean, my brother’s pretty hairy too though neither of our parents are. Well, no matter. Last week I went to a carpet store to pick carpets for the new place and order delivery. The guy at the counter automatically called me by male pronouns and even called me “chief”!😀 It really made my day after a long time. Also, I am now a week late on my period. I know I shouldn’t be too excited about it yet, but hell, I am!
And that is about all now. It’s ten past eleven and I still need to pack few things before getting few hours of sleep.