I’m pretty sure moving is akin to having a baby. The process of the physical labor necessary is awful, but once it’s finally over, you feel it was worth it. OK maybe not. But, I do love my new apartment. I feel like a grown up with a grown up place. I want friends and family to come over and hang out, visit for a while. I want visitors to feel comfortable and cozy.
What’s that all about??
Right now, all I want to do is sit on the couch and not move for about a week, but I also want to put stuff away because MY stuff from California could be here any day. Yes, I am panicking a little.
At least I don’t have to carry it down three flights of stairs.
If anything, I’m trying to do the box shuffle. You know, when you don’t know where to put stuff or want to get something to organize your crap (finally), but want that damn box out of your way. You basically shove it against a wall, in a closet or on another box (or two).
Speaking of organizing and decorating, I’ve decided that Feng Shui is going to be my decorating paradigm. Mostly because it tells me what to put where and also, I want good chi in our home.
Also, I cannot thank enough the people who helped us move. Seriously, I wish for wonderful things to happen to them. If I could grant them a wish or three, I would. Their help was invaluable to me and Paul. And it was hot, damn hot. And humid.
Next time we move, we are paying people to do it.