No matter how you slice it, moving is not fun. I spent my day yesterday getting as much stuff as possible out of the old place and into the new place. I got more accomplished than I expected (thanks to Rachel's friends and their trucks), but I still have enough left to make me dread Thursday. I sent 6 bags of clothes to the Goodwill. That will have to count as my random act of kindness for the year instead of the blood donation I kept intending to make.
This will be the 5th apartment I've lived in. You would think I would've learned to look for particular things before I sign a lease. I realized yesterday that our new kitchen has a drawer in it. That's right: one drawer. I never noticed that or thought to look before we moved in. It also has a lack of kitchen cabinets (which does not go well with our abundance of dishes that we don't want to part with), so we'll be turning the conveniently located coat closet into a pantry. Oh well. The couch went in without a problem...if we can only get my bed up the stairs, all will be well.
You forgot to mention the quarter-o-stair...it's an ER trip waiting to happen.
Posted by: Rachel at December 30, 2003 07:40 PM