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Aug. 5th, 2019 11:07 pmDay 241 of writing my words.
Day 1 of writing my words in the NEW APARTMENT I AM RENTING WITH EZRI WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The apartment is named the Busy Bee Bisexual Brunette Belmont Bungalow. More accurately, it is named the nB's Belmont Bungalow, where "n" is however many B-adjectives I can think of in the moment.
Approximately1 90% of my stuff is in the new place! It is almost all in boxen, because that's what my life has become. Tomorrow is going to be _unpack so much shit_ day. I'm looking forward to it!! I'm hoping to take lots of pictures and probably be utterly insufferable on twitter.
My desk and filing cabinet are in the correct place, my bed is set up, my bookshelf is extant and has permission from Ezri to begin loading (it's going to be in public space now instead of bedroom, so permission was needed). My dressers are in the right place. I can't unpack the clothes until I have my milk crates, I won't get my milk crates until I unload the books from them. It's all a vicious cycle.
The new house is very plausibly haunted, which is a'ight. More details on that later unless I forget (plausible).
Hiring movers was a FANTASTIC LIFE DECISION. Like yes, it was a fair chunk of money, but I am a grownup and that's explicitly why I worked summer school this year. However, it was also a really weird experience to be sitting around doing nothing while other people do a ton of physical labour in my proximity. I posted this on twitter and got back like ten replies agreeing that it is _so weird_ to just stay out of the way and let the professionals do it, like I wanna help!
(I used the back staircase and packed up the borrowed car with fragile/complicated shit, and that was a pretty good way to keep myself occupied. Then I fucked around on twitter and ate some pasta.)
Anyways, they're "Mini-Moves and More" based out of Arlington. Do recommend, if you are Boston-area and need movers to move a thing.
Been hanging out a bunch with mom this weekend, which has been great. She's in town until Thursday morning, and then her and I and dad all get on a plane together and fly to Dallas. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to have unpacked enough to be able to pack a bag or two to go to Dallas. Whee!
I dunno what else, man. There's a lot of very complicated and frustrating ADULTING that's happening in my life right now, which I don't want to deal with but am gonna because yay grown-up. Sigh.
Hope y'all are well, wherever you may be staying!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is a blatantly false statistic, but probably in the good way. It's probably closer to 95%!
Day 1 of writing my words in the NEW APARTMENT I AM RENTING WITH EZRI WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The apartment is named the Busy Bee Bisexual Brunette Belmont Bungalow. More accurately, it is named the nB's Belmont Bungalow, where "n" is however many B-adjectives I can think of in the moment.
Approximately1 90% of my stuff is in the new place! It is almost all in boxen, because that's what my life has become. Tomorrow is going to be _unpack so much shit_ day. I'm looking forward to it!! I'm hoping to take lots of pictures and probably be utterly insufferable on twitter.
My desk and filing cabinet are in the correct place, my bed is set up, my bookshelf is extant and has permission from Ezri to begin loading (it's going to be in public space now instead of bedroom, so permission was needed). My dressers are in the right place. I can't unpack the clothes until I have my milk crates, I won't get my milk crates until I unload the books from them. It's all a vicious cycle.
The new house is very plausibly haunted, which is a'ight. More details on that later unless I forget (plausible).
Hiring movers was a FANTASTIC LIFE DECISION. Like yes, it was a fair chunk of money, but I am a grownup and that's explicitly why I worked summer school this year. However, it was also a really weird experience to be sitting around doing nothing while other people do a ton of physical labour in my proximity. I posted this on twitter and got back like ten replies agreeing that it is _so weird_ to just stay out of the way and let the professionals do it, like I wanna help!
(I used the back staircase and packed up the borrowed car with fragile/complicated shit, and that was a pretty good way to keep myself occupied. Then I fucked around on twitter and ate some pasta.)
Anyways, they're "Mini-Moves and More" based out of Arlington. Do recommend, if you are Boston-area and need movers to move a thing.
Been hanging out a bunch with mom this weekend, which has been great. She's in town until Thursday morning, and then her and I and dad all get on a plane together and fly to Dallas. My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to have unpacked enough to be able to pack a bag or two to go to Dallas. Whee!
I dunno what else, man. There's a lot of very complicated and frustrating ADULTING that's happening in my life right now, which I don't want to deal with but am gonna because yay grown-up. Sigh.
Hope y'all are well, wherever you may be staying!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is a blatantly false statistic, but probably in the good way. It's probably closer to 95%!