Although it briefly sprinkled Friday, the deluge held off until late that night. The sun even broke through for a few hours that afternoon while we were in the midst of transferring my worldly belongings from one domicile to the other.
My part of the move went first. Most of AJ’s stuff went into storage, and he moved his boxes over Saturday.
It took about four and a half hours, and at the end of that time, the new place was stacked high with boxes, the three closets were full of stuff, but the bed was up and the couch and TV in their proper places.
I’d spent much of the time gawking at one of the movers, who was cute as hell. His name, believe it or not–and I asked!–was Billy Frisco. How’s that for a perfect character name? He said he was thinking about becoming an actor. With that name, I’d say he had a head start on it. He looked great in his skinny shirt and shorts.
Enough about Cute Moving Guy. On with the tale.
Because most of the stuff had been packed prior to the apartment change from 1000 square feet to 432, we decided to unpack slowly and go through everything, deciding what we had to keep and what could be thrown or given away. We got through most of the books by Saturday night. By Sunday, the still not functioning bathroom was serviceable (tub needs grouting, so faucet handles and spout are still off; we showered at the old place twice over the weekend).
I haven’t found the kitchen stuff yet. I suspect it’s at the back of one of the closets. We’re getting tired of eating out or off paper plates, so finding the dishes is a priority today. Also, the owner will be here to grout the tile and try to figure out what’s wrong with the toilet, which isn’t flushing properly.
Moving into an “apartment with character” often brings with it problems you haven’t foreseen.
Was it hard to throw stuff away? Hell no! Because everything that went back out the door opened up more floor space. A lot of it, I hadn’t remembered I had; if I hadn’t used it in the last year, it went.
I admit it. The first night I was here, I hated the place. The second night wasn’t much better. Last night saw a slight improvement in mood. I assume things will continue to get better in my eyes as we wade through the cardboard jungle. By next weekend, I may even be able to say I like the place.