The move is finished, and I am blogging from Astoria, Queens. This post is going to be short and sweet, because I'm EXHAUSTED. To make things quick and easy, here are some bullet points:
- OMG - moving is hard work! I hope to never leave the apartment I'm in right now - for as long as I live. In reality this apartment is downright huge by Manhattan standards. I'm actually sitting in the dining area at a genuine kitchen table. I haven't had a dining area with a kitchen table you could sit at since I lived in PA. And the living room in this place is at least twice the size of my living room on 9th Avenue.
- It is weird being in "someone else's apartment". Even though I've had a roommate forever, my apartments in Manhattan were very much MINE. My new roommate isn't here tonight, but his brother is and it's a little unconfortable sharing space with a complete stranger. I guess I'll get used to it.
- The cats are getting adjusted to the new digs - Oscar is being a big crybaby (he howled the entire trip from Manhattan to Queens in the moving van), but Dusty seems fine.
- I haven't eaten all day, so right now I'm chowing down on Popeye's fried chicken which is conveniently located around the corner. Don't judge - it's been a rough day and I needed comfort food.
- Oh, and when I said I was "finished", well - "finished" is a relative term. Here is what my new room looks like right now...
That pile of lumber you see is my loft bed, which will NOT be getting put together tonight. I'll be crashing on the couch and trying to get organized tomorrow.
That's all for now - I need to go to sleep for about 15 years...