I've been busy. Wandering the country, near and far, far and near. Went to visit Leigh in North Carolina again, had way too much fun again. I moved to New York in the meantime, too. As far as moves go, it might have been the easiest transition I have ever made, even easier than when I left San Francisco. Because I can't seem to keep still for more than six months at a time lately, I have managed to pare down my personal belongings to the point where they fit into the back of a Jeep Grand Cherokee, more or less:
Which is great, because that's about as much space as I have in this apartment, more or less.
Loading the truck was easy, mainly because I didn't have to do it. Mainly I stood around saying, "I don't think everything's going to fit" while Sweetheart loaded the car and said, "That's everything. What else did you want to take?"
When I got up here, things were just as easy. Remember the dude from craigslist I told you about, the one who took all the crap from this apartment that I didn't want? He had said to call him if I needed help unloading the truck when I got back, he said he'd be happy to help me, seeing as how I had given him so much stuff and he really appreciated it and blah blah blah. So I called him the day before I got here. Do you know what he said? "Absolutely, I'll be over at noon tomorrow, you just hold the elevator door open and I'll do all the heavy lifting."
Wow. Welcome to New York City...
This, by the way, is a completely different version, in fact, a completely OPPOSITE version, of the story about my first day in San Francisco, my "welcome" to San Francisco, if you will. Remind me to tell you that little gem someday. Advance apologies to my friends and former co-workers in the Beautiful Bay Area, who are entirely sick to death of hearing that story by now...
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