In happy exciting news, everything except for most of my large furniture has been moved out of my old apartment! Yay!
I’m kinda blown away actually.
After staying up until about 2:30AM on Wednesday night working to meet a deadline for a client meeting the following morning, I was pretty beat… but the plan was to get up and get moving Thursday morning and go down to my old apartment and help The Blank Canvas Gang pack up my apartment.
I was awoken by a text from them around 8:45 saying that if it was alright with me, they’d start packing up the books and the obvious stuff. Fine by me!
I let them know that I’ll be leaving my place around 10 for a 11AM arrival, and they suggest that I save myself the train trip and they’ll just meet me at my apartment to unload the stuff.
Umm…. okay…. wow. I was totally not expecting that! So instead of spending a frazzled morning packing (and I get totally frazzled when I pack… I am NOT the packing organization queen. I’m the sort of person that stand there with a box in my hand zoning out wondering why my stuff can’t pack itself… I mean, it’s the 21st century. WHY DON’T WE HAVE SELF PACKING APARTMENTS!?), I spent the morning helping James straighten up the living room and bedroom (they were kind of disaster areas) and enjoyed catching up on blogs and watching That 70′s Show and basically just enjoying the first day off that James and I have had together in like… two months while enjoying text messages like, “I hope you don’t mind lingerie in your dishes.”
OF COURSE I DON’T! It makes for better blog posts to have your unmentionables in your dishes. Obviously!
David and Randall drove over with my stuff, and it was a pretty smooth process getting everything into the apartment which I only managed to think to snap one photo of… because you know, I was kinda busy with the load in. (Though, I wish I had snapped a picture of James carrying in my keyboard because that was kinda hot).
After we were all finished up, I rode back and hung out with everyone and we played girls against guys Pictionary which I’m very sad to report that the girls lost (but I’m not surprised seeing as every challenge round seemed to land on me drawing and I can’t draw)… and then took the kids on their very first subway ride and went to the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory.
The kids are already expert subway standers.
Meanwhile, James stayed at home and unpacked some of my dishes…. making for a rather crowded kitchen.
I’m sure we’ll figure out how to arrange stuff so it all fits eventually…