Yesterday was moving day for me. I’m in my new place, with all of my furniture and most of my stuff. Some stuff didn’t make it into the moving truck. My movers overlooked my favorite lamp (and I was too freaked out to realize) plus a big suitcase and some bags full of towels. And I didn’t have time to completely pack up my kitchen and bathroom.
Luckily, I just moved a few blocks and everything that was left behind could fit in a single car trip (not that I have a car, but I have fabulous friends who do). And there’s another week til the end of the month.
Anyway, here are a few things I learned yesterday. I suck at packing. And guestimating size and space. And would it kill me to measure something? Even though I gave away a massive amount of stuff, and left many things behind, my new place is seriously splitting at the seams. My furniture doesn’t all fit (which I kinda knew, but it’s worse than I thought). And the closet is 1/3 the size I thought it was. And there’s only one closet. And another thing. There are no drawers in the kitchen. The kitchen is beautiful, recently redone. But no drawers. WTF?
But I didn’t notice the lack of drawers or the closet decifiency or any of the other issues because I fell in love with the place. Not right away, mind you.
I didn’t even want to look at it, at first. It’s not on one of my favorite blocks (like I said, I didn’t move far, and I know my ‘hood block-by-block) and there’s no laundry in the building (which I haven’t had in over 11 years, and was one of my must-haves for this move). But there was an open-house and I figured, what the hell. What did I have to lose other than 15 minutes of my life? And then I walked in and saw the space and the light and well… I fell in love.
And I still love it. But now that I’m here and realizing, holy shit, I have to give away even more of my stuff. The reality is setting in.
Funny how my relationship with my apartment is so much like the relationships I’ve had with some men. I started with distrust and distaste, moved quickly to infatuation, and now I’m trying to come to terms with the reality of our relationship. To build a love that lasts.
So that’s what I’m thinking this morning.
Tags: apartment, friends