So we’ve made the big move, and we’ve sacrificed the joys of country living for the excitement of the big city. As you can see. Excitement everywhere you look.
The move itself took 2 days, the first to pack everything, the second to transport it and unload the trucks. The movers finished at 9pm and I gave them each a nice tip.
There was enough room for all the furniture we cared to bring— lots of bookshelves— which surprised me. Perhaps the apartment is a tesseract.
It’s nearly two weeks since we moved, and to give you an idea of the state of our new digs, here’s a photo of my office/man cave/library. A corner of my office chair is peeping out from behind some boxes.
The sad fact is that I’ve unloaded dozens of boxes, but it doesn’t seem to make any difference. A Berlin Wall of cardboard still marches through almost every room. The only room so far cleared of debris is the kitchen, which means I could cook something if I could only find some pots and dishes.
Part of the reason it’s taking so long is that we (mostly Kathy) have been dealing with our country house— all the stuff we didn’t bring with us needed to be shoveled out, the place had to be prettified for the hordes swarming in to make us offers, and ordinary upkeep had to be done. So we’re not free of the country yet.
We’re both exhausted and operating through brain fog dense enough to make it hard to see the floor beneath our feet. We could really use a couple weeks in the tropics.
Maybe I’ll settle for a cocktail or two.
