Most of what’s taking so goddamn long is having to reduce our shit by a significant amount. We’re moving from Burke to Arlington (for those outside the DC area, 20 miles closer to the city), and the increase in rent comes with a commensurate decrease in space. You’d think it would work the other way, but whatever.
We’re also doing like 17,000 things at once tomorrow. The movers are coming at 8, the tow truck for our old Golf (which is being donated) is coming before 10, our new bed is being delivered at 1, and the cable guy is coming at 3 (read: 9 PM). Supposedly this will all work out, but with two people and one car, I’m a bit skeptical.
Nic started a new job on Monday, and obviously can’t take any time off yet, so 99% of the work has been on me. In addition to absolutely no unstubbed toes, I have a temporarily busted brain.
We’re going from two full bathrooms to 1.5, so we have to share a shower, which means we have to pick out a shower curtain together. Nic and I could not possibly have more different tastes in decor, so prepare for a civil war in the middle of Target. (His tastes are Boring Ass Blues and Greys/Man Stripes; mine are Ludicrously Bright Marimekko-esque/Shit with Birds. Yep.)
I admit all of the above is princessy, considering we’re incredibly lucky to be able to afford a fucking expensive apartment while I’m freshly laid off in the middle of a recession. I am totally, seriously thankful for all of this, and that I no longer have to listen to Nic bitch about his commute (his new job is walking distance away).
However, I am seriously never moving again. Hope you like Arlington County’s schools, future child of mine.
