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New Way Home

September 20, 2009 11:08 PM

irst off, happy birthday to my grandma. She turned ninety-five today. Can you imagine that? She's been around for the vast majority of one of the most exciting--in my opinion--centuries ever. So much has happened since 1914, it blows my mind. But what really blows my mind is how spry my grandma still is. She has some slight lapses now and then, but for the most part, she's lucid and coherent. And still witty and funny. So happy birthday to her!

Secondly, I've officially moved. Chelsadilla and I spent pretty much all of yesterday packing up the majority of my old place; we didn't do the whole bathroom or kitchen, figuring wecould do all of that in one trip using just the seXterra. Nonetheless, we spent the night at her place owing to the fact that my bed's parts were resting on their sides against a wall and the rest of my apartment was boxed up and stacked in the middle of my living room. It's a strange feeling to see a stack of furniture and boxes and realize that this is really all you own. I don't know if I felt unencumbered or impoverished. A little of both, I guess.

I had asked the numerous friends who had agreed to help me move to show up at 10am. By about 9:30, I was getting phone calls from people expecting us to have fallen behind schedule. But getting the trailer and driving back to my old place went smoothly, so we were on schedule. By 11am, everything from the old place was in the U-Haul, and by about 11:45 am, everything was unloaded at the new place. By just about 1pm, we were having pizza and I was settling in. It was, by far, the smoothest move I've ever been involved with, and it was all thanks to chelsadilla and all of my friends that helped. So thanks to all of you.

Chelsadilla spent the rest of the day helping me unpack my stuff. My kitchen is all set up, and it rocks. There's about four-thousand times more counter space, meaning that I can set up all my appliances and still have plenty of room to chop and mix and whatever else; a pantry, meaning there's a super convenient place to put pretty much everything; a pass-through to the living room, meaning that I won't feel like I'm in a different time zone if I'm cooking while there're people over; and a dishwasher, which I don't have much use for but chelsadilla seems to be really excited about. I'm extremely excited about cooking in there.

The living room, which we spent about two weeks painting, is a great room. When people walked in, I heard at least one or two of them say "Oooooh," and that made all the effort worthwhile. There's still some stuff I need to get for this room (an additional couch or love seat so that more people can sit comfortably, a TV), but it's clearly going to be a great place to hang out, both for myself and others. Between the kitchen, the living room, and the guest bathroom, I'm really looking forward to hosting gatherings here. Maybe by the Super Bowl I'll have a decent home-entertainment thing going with, you know, a TV.

The master bedroom and master bath are completely ready to go. The one downside to this apartment is that the master bathroom is really fairly small, but I think I'll manage. It hasn't bothered me too much yet, and the fact that there are two bathrooms more than makes up for it. Right now, I've still got the old bed in there, but I'm going to be getting a new, king-size bed in the near future. I can't wait for that.

The only room that still needs a lot of work is the office-slash-guitar-slash-guest room. The desk is where it's going to be and the guitars are hung, but that's pretty much it. We still need to bring in the twin bed that chelsadilla is going to lend me. Oh, and we need to unpack the thousands of boxes that are still in there.

I'll take some pictures of everything once it's a little bit more organized.

All in all, this was about as close to a perfect moving experience as you could reasonably ask for. There's still a lot of work to do, but the worst of it is behind us. As I sat down to write this, I only had one lingering concern: that the cats would be so freaked out by the new place that they wouldn't use the new covered litter box I got them. But I know that Smash used it at some point, and I just saw Lily go in there.

The moral of the story? Change can sometimes be very, very good.


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