Downtown Move

We signed the lease for our downtown apartment Monday the 15th, three days after looking at the apartment. Then we moved out of the condo.


Slowly.

It was an arduous process. Sunday night we packed up boxes and drove to work. At lunch we signed the lease and after work we unloaded the car.

As I stood in front of my floor to ceiling window I realized I didn’t want to leave. But I had a dog at home who was probably crossing her furry little legs and doing a strange wiggle type movement as she waited impaticently for me to get back and take her outside. I’m certain the deep shag rug looked even more like grass to her at that point.

So I dutifully left my new apartment and went home to pack up more boxes and start the process all over again. Tuesday, as I looked out the window again to the glimmer of the city beyond me I toyed with the idea of going back to the condo, kidnapping Lucy and escaping back to the apartment of no furniture (yet).

Earl wasn’t quite sympathetic, but we discussed it that night on the way back to the caustic condo, and we both decided that we could begin staying at the apartment on Thursday night.
Our plan was to take a load over Wednesday after work, and on Thursday, take our load over during our lunch hour, go home, take Lucy to Earl’s mother’s house (she adores watching Lucy and Lucy of course has fun playing with her dogs) and then taking over a second load that night, sleeping on the floor at the condo.

Our plans were foiled. I looked at the email Wednesday morning telling me that we’d have a lunch training session on Thursday that would keep us from taking over the first load. Earl then came to my desk and informed me that in light of the situation, we’d be moving our plans up.

And I freaked out a little. You know how I like my plans. So, we took the load in the truck over at lunch and when we got home, Earl changed while I took Lucy out, and then he drove her over to his moms while I packed up some more things.

We spent our first night in the apartment that Wednesday and, aside from the fact that my hip was pissed off at me for sleeping on the hard floor, it was great.

Thursday night we took over two loads, Friday, we took 3 loads in earls car and one in mine (had to get both cars over there at some point!).

If I had the ability to do it again… and the time/funds… I would have gotten a truck and moved everything at once. I hate moving incrementally. HATE IT.

Saturday, a friend from work helped us out by bringing his truck (he has an actual truck, you know one with a bed – one that doesn’t have a ceiling that restricts how much stuff you can latch on there) and he brought our 7 foot tall bookcases and our king size bed. Neither of which would have fit in the Nissan.

And then, we were pretty much moved in… except for our art. That was a single trip in and of itself. I’d forgotten how much of it we have, because the condo didn’t have as much wall space, so it was all tucked away in the second bedroom we never used.

Wednesday (the day before thanksgiving) we were all moved out and had the place cleaned up – in spite of the vacuum which decided to be difficult (only the hose and attachments worked.)

And then the fun stuff began… unpacking.

Points noticed whilst unpacking:

1. We have entirely too many towels for two people.
2. I need more bookshelves (or maybe I should get a hutch specifically for my antiques)
3. I really should get rid of some of my clothes instead of trying to convince myself that I will in fact be able to fit into them again someday. I’m taking up way too much closet space.
4. I have no where to put my work out balls (you know, that swissball, the medicine ball, my little 5 pound ball weights… etc) and that is quite estrange.
5. I have way too much yarn (stress crocheting has helped with that a little.)
6. We have so much art that our apartment literally looks like an art gallery. It’s kind of awesome! (50 percent of that art is our own work)

Tomorrow, as your end of the week treat, I'll post pictures of the apartment with all our crep in it.

For now - Pictures of Lucy in her winter sweater!

Posing in said sweater for a treat

She just does that occasionally.... She lay like this for nearly a half an hour.

And this. This is why my crocheting always has dog hair in it. Hope you're not allegic!