Today’s post is quite short (and extremely late) due to a busy day of moving my things into the next apartment. The lease doesn’t start until mid-May, so Mr. Possibility is still housing me. However – the lack of writing is worth it, due to the lessons learned in preparation for a new place and having someone move you for the first time (he swears it will be the last, but we’ll see).
8:30 a.m. – Mr. Possibility wakes up far earlier than me, gets up, and goes to the grocery store for breakfast.
9:30 a.m.– Mr. Possibility wants me to get up, but I don’t. He brings me orange juice. I still disagree with his efforts to start the day.
10:15 a.m.– I smell bacon.
10:17 a.m.– I swoon over the smell of bacon.
10:20 a.m. -Mr. Possibility opens the door to announce he has coffee for me. The smell of bacon becomes far more intense. I retreat to the kitchen.
10:30 a.m.– We eat breakfast. I’m still half-asleep.
11 a.m.– He steals my last piece of bacon. I’m irked.
12:30 p.m.– We drive toward my old apartment and make a pit stop to meet an old friend of his. I discover Mr. Possibility’s contacts and I are actually connected in some odd degree of separation. Turns out the North and the South aren’t so far apart.
1:09 p.m.- Mr. Possibility is unimpressed by my packing skills. I had decided packing boxes would be far too heavy, so I started using several cloth grocery bags to store things.
1:34 p.m.– Mr. Possibility finds my straw hat. He wears it the rest of the move.
1:45 p.m.– We find parking outside of my new apartment, magically, in the middle of a beautiful Saturday day.
2 p.m. – All of my things fit into the elevator, must to the dismay of the other people waiting to go to their respective apartments. I guard the elevator while Mr. Possibility carries everything inside.
2:30 p.m.– We finish the first trip.
2:45 p.m.– We nap. And other things.
3:30 p.m.– I clean my old studio from top to bottom, picking dust out of my hair, and watching my feet turn black. I find things I didn’t pack and start another cloth bag of random things.
3:40 p.m.– Mr. Possibility snores.
4 p.m.– I’m utterly disgusted by the state of my studio. How many times did I clean in the time I was here? Why do I have yogurt from six months ago? Why does the back of my fridge smell?
4:15 p.m.– We carry down the last load and all ten bags of trash. Plus a table that’s not needed. And the straw hat, again. Mr. Possibility buys cookies before heading downtown.
5 p.m.– Finished with the final move and head to eat Chinese food, both of us tired, quite sweaty, and in jeans too big for us. I steal his last piece of beef.
6:30 p.m.– Sitting in the park, overlooking the water, watching the sunset, and recovering. Somehow, even moving all day long, things just feel good. And easy.
Lessons learned: Men are better movers than women. The best way to cure aches and pains is food that’s entirely wrong for you. Don’t use tiny bags to pack. Don’t let a man see your straw hat (he may fall in love with it more than he falls in love with you). Put your back into it. When in doubt, enjoy the possibilities of a new move, a new place, a new day, and an ever-evolving…possibility.