My God, moving blows. Seriously, it's the absolute worst. The last two weeks have been a series of ever-maddening moving related imbroglios. Everything has completely fallen by the wayside. I'm a shell of my former self. I'm essentially still living out of a bag. Everything is weird and upside down. Oh, and I'm in a new city where I don't know anyone or my way around. Uh, I think I'll deal with those facts later, possibly with the help of an accredited psychoanalyst.
Things have been such a blur that I believe only an observational list will do. And so I present, Observations on Moving from NYC to DC on a Whim:
1. An hour at the Chelsea U-Haul outpost will cure any of your I'm-Sad-To-Be-Leaving-NYC bittersweet nostalgia real, real quick. As will driving your U-Haul truck through the streets of Manhattan. Awful.
2. Dropping said truck off in the middle of one of DC's various ghettos will instantly make you pine for the Chelsea branch, and NYC in general.
3. Working from home = awesome. Working from home in bed = super awesome.
4. If you're planning a major lifestyle move, don't also plan to shoot a trailer for your documentary during the same week. Trust me on this.
5. I still haven't processed what went down with the Phillies yet. Attempting to comprehend the past 2 weeks in Phillies' history is about on par with pondering the near-infinite dimensions of physical space. Suffice to say, the Phils were just another layer of my preposterous last two weeks. Overwhelming isn't even the word.
6. That said, I'm not sure I've experienced greater pleasure than watching Mets fans openly weep during the final day of the regular baseball season. Now I know what it feels like to be alive.
7. My girlfriend and I moved into a house previously occupied by the only pair of disgustingly filthy gay men known in the Western hemisphere. These two managed to singlehandedly torpedo every gay stereotype I know of. I wish they'd spent less time maniacally tending to the garden and a little more time addressing the rodents in the stove. Oh, but at least the plants look nice. I was trying to think of a Queer Eye for the Slovenly Gay Guy joke here, but it made my head hurt.
8. I can actually see trees out the window. Lots of them. I forgot about those things.
9. Painting sucks.
10. If you ever wondered what would be the first thing about you life you'd stop doing if you ever got really, really busy, I've got your answer: blogging. You'd stop blogging.
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