Moving Oddities

Some little oddities have popped up related to The Move. I could not have anticipated such oddities, which I guess, is what makes them odd. (Ooo I am master of the obvious today. Prepare yourselves people.) For example, I have not received an issue of Glamour since June. This is both related and unrelated to The Move. It was initially an issue with the US Postal Service. I don't know what it was about the apartments we just left in Albuquerque but the mail people could not get the mail delivered correctly for the life of them. I mean, is it really so hard? That's their entire job, every single day of the year, so you would think they would have it down to nothing short of perfection. But there were some serious issues with the mail service at our old apartments, everything ranging from packages delivered to the wrong people, to returned mail, to lost mail and now to undeliverable mail which resulted in a suspended magazine subscription. (Keep in mind that the address on said mail was always correct so it was obviously the fault of the mail people for not getting it right.) I thought I had finally gotten it worked out with Glamour - they were going to re-start my service and extend it the number of issues I had missed -- but I still have not received a magazine. I contacted them again last month to alert them of the address change (up to this point our mail was being forwarded so I should have still received an issue regardless of the address change) and to tell them I still have not received an issue and I was told that it had been suspended. Again. So we will see if I ever get my Glamour back. Trust me that magazine holds all my glamour. Without it, I am glamour-less. A fuddy-duddy one could say. That magazine holds my inspiration for all things glamorous.

Another oddity. It's something I have discovered that becomes harder and harder each time I move. It's recognizing people. Not people I know well - it's not my mind that's faltering if that's what you were thinking. No, my mind is perfectly fine, thank you. It's people I've met briefly or knew a long time ago. I realized it the other day when I saw someone I thought I recognized. Then I realized I couldn't possibly know that person because (at that time) I hadn't met anyone in the city yet. So then I thought perhaps it was someone visiting from somewhere. But where were they visiting from? Rapid City? Albuquerque? I couldn't put my finger on who this person was (or wasn't for that matter, the person most likely just looked similar to someone in my memory). It sort of intrigued me because I realized this would be an on-going experience from now on and it would become even harder to "pin-point" a person the more times we move. It's kind of sad because I like knowing who people are and where I know them from. It sort of makes me feel like I belong in a place - like I'm home. I suppose I will eventually have to stop thinking that someone looks familiar because I will get so used to not knowing where I know someone from. Oof! That gets confusing no matter how you look at it! Definitely an oddity. Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon?