"Well, the end table is wrong, the couch looks bizarre and don't even get me started on the refrigerator magnets."
"If I want something done right, I have to do it myself. Other people just wreck stuff! ...I really think I might kill someone tonight."
- Courteney Cox as Monica Geller, Friends, "The One Where Phoebe Runs"
So, the move this weekend.
First of all, I'm going on record to say that I will never, ever again attempt to move on my own. The movers met me at the condo at 8:30 Saturday morning, gratefully accepted the proffered Krispy Kremes, loaded up all my furniture and hit the road.
A brief 90 minutes later, I was signing the "job complete" contract and sending them along their merry way. You can't put a price on that kind of speed.
But lifting and hauling a king-size bed, dressers and a full living room set? That was the easy part compared to what lies before me now.
Dude: I HATE moving. I'm seriously contemplating burning all my stuff and just buying new the next time I have to uproot myself. It would be a lot more expensive, for sure, but what I'd spend on kitchen items and linens would save me a bundle in OTC sedatives.
The boxes are beating me.
I had to put myself in time-out on Saturday afternoon for a nap, after the project of reattaching feet to the couch almost had me in tears. J sweetly suggested that I wait for him to help me but NO I CAN DO IT MYSELF AND I WANT IT DONE NOW AND I JUST... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I love you, naptime.
I'm sure you can tell that I'm exaggerating just a tiny bit. The nap did wonders for my morale; I only had to rearrange the living room four times to get it exactly the way I want it, and now that I'm almost completely settled in, the place is starting to look and feel like home. Which was really the whole idea to begin with, so... point Cbus.
Well played.
Well played.
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A few things to note here:
(1) I hate moving too. I told the fiance that if he expects me to move in with him, he should probably hire someone or do it himself. Those are his only 2 choices.
(2) This is sort of a trick to him because inevitably whatever he does will be wrong. GOTCHA FIANCE!
(3) Here's the thing, if you light everything on fire, you might go to jail. That could be awkward.
(4) How's the closet? You haven't talked about the closet. And it's your first walk-in, isn't it? So it's important.
I loooooooove the closet. I would sleep in there if there were room (but I can't, because I sleep all flung out like a starfish. J loves it). I'm thinking a dedicated entry and photo shoot SOON.
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