Moving… Ethan and I have been moving for almost a week now (far over a week if you include time we were packing up at our old house) and I’m glad we are almost done. I don’t know about everyone else, but I don’t get any pleasure from packing my life into boxes, and carting it all the way across the state, then digging it out and trying to reorganize it once again. There is so much that I’m not sure why I have in the first place, but strangely I still don’t want to throw it away.
– On the other hand, while the act of moving sucks, our new apartment is completely awesome. I can’t wait until we’re completely unpacked so we don’t have boxes and piles of crap laying everywhere. We were a little worried about the size of our room because we wanted both of our computers, plus the bed and the chinchillas in the master bedroom. Believe it or not, there is actually room to spare. Even though our new kitchen is physically smaller than our old one, it has so much more useful space. We can actually both work on dinner and not be treading on each other.
– Unfortunately I still have to make at least one more trip out to Morris to pick up the last of our stuff. We left our iron and ironing board, a handful of kitchen stuff, some random stuff from our closet, a vacuum, and lots of plants. There’s probably more stuff I’m not thinking of, but I doubt it will all fit in my car, so I’m trying not to think of it. Egad.
– I guess it’s time to continue my job search in earnest now. That and unpack. Yay.