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Hey, we moved!! And everything went abundantly well, really smoothly, and happened amazingly fast!
Friday morning, F and I got up pretty early. We disassembled the bed, took apart his desk table, I made a Dunkin run, and we got some other things done. By the time friends started arriving at 10:30, there wasn't much to do besides eat donuts and chat and wait for the truck to arrive. And arrive it did! We had managed to block off parking right outside our apartment. People started carrying things, and it went so fast. We had budgeted two hours to load the truck, and we were done in 45 minutes. It was insane. And everything fit in the truck, too--we had been planning just to get the big furniture in, like the pull-out couch and mattress and box spring and book shelves, and then the larger boxes, and then see what else would fit, but EVERYTHING fit. I didn't even get to see the finished packed truck because I was scrabbling around in the apartment looking for more things to put on the truck. And we remembered everything in the basement, even the laundry detergent! We left around 12-12:30ish, I think, and got to the new place around 1? I phoneposted at apparently 1:07 PM, so maybe that's not right. F and I were the last ones to leave the old apartment, though, but we made up time on the road--it only took us 30-35 minutes to drive to the new place. And when we got there, most of our friends had come too and found parking and helped unpack the truck. I mostly stood inside and directed traffic, because we have so many rooms in the new place that traffic direction was necessary. And then we put together the bed (thanks to Liz and Mike, who are hella competent!) and ate pizza! Everybody left by like 3:00. It was so amazing. I am insanely grateful to all the wonderful people who helped us (for the record: Liz and Mike, Rick, Joanna, Sam, Connor, Lauren, Michelle, Jean and Dennis, and Reagan and Mark--I think that's everyone, plus the affordable and helpful Patrick and Olu from UPenn Movers, highly recommended to anyone moving in the Philadelphia area!).
F and I spent the weekend together dealing with apartmenty things. Friday night, we did some unpacking, but also did some much needed flopping on the couch and reading and watching Six Feet Under. Saturday, we worked on the kitchen for a bit, then went back over to the old apartment to clean. The old place is now very shiny. After cleaning we took a walk over to Pastorius Park and sat in the shade and watched the dogs play. Then we drove into Manayunk/Roxborough for dinner at the Adobe Cafe. Yes, we got Mexican food on the 4th of July. It was awesome. Back at our new home, we worked in the kitchen some more and then watched more Six Feet Under.
Sunday, slept in a bit, worked in the kitchen (it's amazing how much kitchen stuff we both have, and also what a crazy packer F is--we find the weirdest stuff in his boxes). After lunch (the last of Friday's leftover pizza) we practiced some shock-and-awe grocery shopping--we left the house at 1:15, hit both Trader Joe's and Genuardi's, spent $144, and were home by 3:15. Woot. Fridge and cupboard are now completely stocked, and I'm snacking on the good banana chips. In the afternoon we did two loads of laundry in our new building's basement--a little pricey, but can't beat it for convenience, and the machines hold more than the machines in my old place--and also worked on closets. I cleaned out and arranged the closet that now holds bathroom stuff and tools. I had also been hoping to do the linen closet and the coat closet, but I hadn't quite realized that figuring out the bathroom/tool closet would also mean figuring out the bathroom, which was actually quite important to do, and also I hadn't realized that F had a lot of boxes of tool-related objects that needed some sorting. So that one job took me two hours. F worked on the bedroom closet, which is a complicated job. Our bedroom has one large and spectacular walk-in closet, the kind of closet that solves all problems, a wonderful closet of joy. It also has one deep, narrow closet that is set up oddly and doesn't have enough room. Right now my stuff is enjoying the wonder of the Good Closet, while F is trying to deal with the Bad Closet. All his stuff won't fit in it, so he's splitting his stuff between Bad Closet and one of the two large closets in our office room, but that's not exactly ideal. I feel bad about it, but there's no way even a third of my stuff would fit in Bad Closet. I offered F a deal whereby he could have Good Closet and I would take both the closets in the office room, but that's not a great solution either because then I'd be getting dressed in the morning in the same room where he's trying to write. For the moment F has chosen to put his writing needs above his closetary needs and he's using Bad Closet, but depending on how things go with Bad Closet that might change. I feel more than a bit guilty for using Good Closet--it's just SO PERFECT--and F would feel guilty for taking Good Closet from me. We know that in 20 years or so we'll be, like, punching each other to steal the good closet for ourselves, but right now we're in the pre-newlywed state of loving consideration and wanting the other person to be happy. Anyway, when F started throwing hangers on the floor in frustration, we decided to make dinner, which was just a basic spaghetti with spinach and zucchini in the sauce. Tonight we'll have the leftovers and will also finish off the meatlessballs from the freezer.
These banana chips are amazing. I love them so much. But not as much as I love F, despite all the closet-related concerns. Even though we've been living together for several months now, this is really the first time that our stuff has lived together, and that's complicated to navigate, but overall it was a really joyful and wonderful weekend and our new place is going to be so happy when we get it all set up!
Friday morning, F and I got up pretty early. We disassembled the bed, took apart his desk table, I made a Dunkin run, and we got some other things done. By the time friends started arriving at 10:30, there wasn't much to do besides eat donuts and chat and wait for the truck to arrive. And arrive it did! We had managed to block off parking right outside our apartment. People started carrying things, and it went so fast. We had budgeted two hours to load the truck, and we were done in 45 minutes. It was insane. And everything fit in the truck, too--we had been planning just to get the big furniture in, like the pull-out couch and mattress and box spring and book shelves, and then the larger boxes, and then see what else would fit, but EVERYTHING fit. I didn't even get to see the finished packed truck because I was scrabbling around in the apartment looking for more things to put on the truck. And we remembered everything in the basement, even the laundry detergent! We left around 12-12:30ish, I think, and got to the new place around 1? I phoneposted at apparently 1:07 PM, so maybe that's not right. F and I were the last ones to leave the old apartment, though, but we made up time on the road--it only took us 30-35 minutes to drive to the new place. And when we got there, most of our friends had come too and found parking and helped unpack the truck. I mostly stood inside and directed traffic, because we have so many rooms in the new place that traffic direction was necessary. And then we put together the bed (thanks to Liz and Mike, who are hella competent!) and ate pizza! Everybody left by like 3:00. It was so amazing. I am insanely grateful to all the wonderful people who helped us (for the record: Liz and Mike, Rick, Joanna, Sam, Connor, Lauren, Michelle, Jean and Dennis, and Reagan and Mark--I think that's everyone, plus the affordable and helpful Patrick and Olu from UPenn Movers, highly recommended to anyone moving in the Philadelphia area!).
F and I spent the weekend together dealing with apartmenty things. Friday night, we did some unpacking, but also did some much needed flopping on the couch and reading and watching Six Feet Under. Saturday, we worked on the kitchen for a bit, then went back over to the old apartment to clean. The old place is now very shiny. After cleaning we took a walk over to Pastorius Park and sat in the shade and watched the dogs play. Then we drove into Manayunk/Roxborough for dinner at the Adobe Cafe. Yes, we got Mexican food on the 4th of July. It was awesome. Back at our new home, we worked in the kitchen some more and then watched more Six Feet Under.
Sunday, slept in a bit, worked in the kitchen (it's amazing how much kitchen stuff we both have, and also what a crazy packer F is--we find the weirdest stuff in his boxes). After lunch (the last of Friday's leftover pizza) we practiced some shock-and-awe grocery shopping--we left the house at 1:15, hit both Trader Joe's and Genuardi's, spent $144, and were home by 3:15. Woot. Fridge and cupboard are now completely stocked, and I'm snacking on the good banana chips. In the afternoon we did two loads of laundry in our new building's basement--a little pricey, but can't beat it for convenience, and the machines hold more than the machines in my old place--and also worked on closets. I cleaned out and arranged the closet that now holds bathroom stuff and tools. I had also been hoping to do the linen closet and the coat closet, but I hadn't quite realized that figuring out the bathroom/tool closet would also mean figuring out the bathroom, which was actually quite important to do, and also I hadn't realized that F had a lot of boxes of tool-related objects that needed some sorting. So that one job took me two hours. F worked on the bedroom closet, which is a complicated job. Our bedroom has one large and spectacular walk-in closet, the kind of closet that solves all problems, a wonderful closet of joy. It also has one deep, narrow closet that is set up oddly and doesn't have enough room. Right now my stuff is enjoying the wonder of the Good Closet, while F is trying to deal with the Bad Closet. All his stuff won't fit in it, so he's splitting his stuff between Bad Closet and one of the two large closets in our office room, but that's not exactly ideal. I feel bad about it, but there's no way even a third of my stuff would fit in Bad Closet. I offered F a deal whereby he could have Good Closet and I would take both the closets in the office room, but that's not a great solution either because then I'd be getting dressed in the morning in the same room where he's trying to write. For the moment F has chosen to put his writing needs above his closetary needs and he's using Bad Closet, but depending on how things go with Bad Closet that might change. I feel more than a bit guilty for using Good Closet--it's just SO PERFECT--and F would feel guilty for taking Good Closet from me. We know that in 20 years or so we'll be, like, punching each other to steal the good closet for ourselves, but right now we're in the pre-newlywed state of loving consideration and wanting the other person to be happy. Anyway, when F started throwing hangers on the floor in frustration, we decided to make dinner, which was just a basic spaghetti with spinach and zucchini in the sauce. Tonight we'll have the leftovers and will also finish off the meatlessballs from the freezer.
These banana chips are amazing. I love them so much. But not as much as I love F, despite all the closet-related concerns. Even though we've been living together for several months now, this is really the first time that our stuff has lived together, and that's complicated to navigate, but overall it was a really joyful and wonderful weekend and our new place is going to be so happy when we get it all set up!
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Date: 2009-07-06 04:06 pm (UTC)From:I find your explanation of bad closed and good closet kind-of hilarous. I think I've always gotten good closet in relationships but I've usually been the one with more clothes and/or more hanging up type clothes so it seemed to make sense.
Actually, when I lived with Diana, she had the walk in closet and I had the closet in the spare bedroom that wasn't as big. I didn't mind, though. I also used the spare bedroom-attached bath as my own so that part worked out.
It is strange, though, that I have clothes all over the house. Most of my clothes are in our shared bedroom, but I have out of season clothes in the closet in the guest room and costumes in a portable closet in the basement. I could probably get rid of the portable closet but I already had it (and kept my costumes in it) so it's just stayed that way.
And that was a lot of (probably boring) writing about closets! :P
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Date: 2009-07-06 04:21 pm (UTC)From:In my last relationship, I always got the closet, because Jorn mostly just wore T shirts and jeans all the time. He had a few pairs of nice pants, which we'd hang up in the coat closet or something, because he rarely had to or wanted to wear them. We also had really small closets everywhere we lived in Boston, so I had to keep my wardrobe small.
Now, though--I've been the sole occupant of not one but two bedroom closets for two years, and my wardrobe has filled out a bit, and I've bought some spectacular shoes too. And F dresses professionally every day, owns several very nice suits and jackets, plus a lot of good khakis and such, in addition to his comfy jeans and T shirts. So we really both need a good closet. It's an issue!
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Date: 2009-07-06 04:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-07-06 11:01 pm (UTC)From:Our problem was shoes. I have about 50 pairs vs Mike's 6. They take over the house.
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Date: 2009-08-05 09:31 pm (UTC)From:I also seriously doubt that you and F will be punching each other to steal the good closet in 50 years. Somehow I think your loving consideration will endure. =)