Confess, now, dear reader: You're as sick of reading about this damn apartment move thing as I am writing about it. Well, rest easy. It's over. As of Friday afternoon, I am totally out of the old place, lock stock and barrel. Everything isn't set up in the new place yet, but I'm getting there.
My friend Kimberly came up with the brilliant idea last evening of putting the 3 pieces of furniture I had left out in the hall by the elevator with "free to a good home" signs on them. At 6:00am they were all gone, which means we don't have to lug them elsewhere (she also has an SUV, so she was a partner in crime in that scheme that--thank god--will now never reach fruition).
Upstairs, in the new place, I still have comics to go through, pictures to hang, and a new bamboo veneer floor to clean. Man, moving mucked up that floor quite a bit. I hate hanging pictures, to be honest, so that's not a chore I'm looking forward to. But once I'm done, I'll post some photos of the new pad, and then we'll be done talking about it. I promise.
And for those of you familiar with my complaining about neighbors and the noise level downtown, I slept like a baby last night, and didn't get up until just a few minutes ago, which is pretty amazing for me.
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