"So when are you moving?" asked everyone (ever).
I'm pretty enthusiastic about my upcoming move to Brooklyn. Typically, when people ask me "What's new with you?" I don't really have anything to say, but for the past few months I've been giving them an earful. Back in the late summer/early fall, it was easy to talk about because it was still a beautiful dream that was coming true. However, as March nears, it's less of a dream come true and more of a big complicated mess. It reminds me of senior year of high school when everyone was asking each other where they were going to college. I'd prematurely decided on Boston University based on some assumptions of scholarships that did not come to fruition, and then I didn't know where I was going for a while and it became a game of avoiding the question.
But everything turned out wonderful with my college choice, as it will with my big move to Brooklyn. I already know how this story ends, I just don't know what happens between now and then, and it makes me kind of want to watch the movie instead.
The question isn't so much when as it is where. I know I'm moving somewhere the first week of March because that's when my replacement moves in. Moving directly into the Brooklyn apartment would be too simple for this byzantine tale, and it is currently occupied by my sister and her family. Next, we look down the line to the apartment they're moving into, which is where my aunt is living now. We were expecting her to have moved out by now (the original estimate having her moved out by early January), but that's looking unlikely. If we continue downstream to the apartment she's moving into, we find a vacant apartment (hooray!) but it is still pending closing.
To gashlank* matters further, my family is taking a vacation the first weekend in March, so even if closing miraculously happens before then, we probably still won't have my aunt moved out until after my parents return from our vacation, which is several days after I return from the vacation, which leaves me somewhat homeless.
So the answer to the question "When are you moving?" is "Yes."
*gashlank is pronounced guh-SHLANK
But everything turned out wonderful with my college choice, as it will with my big move to Brooklyn. I already know how this story ends, I just don't know what happens between now and then, and it makes me kind of want to watch the movie instead.
The question isn't so much when as it is where. I know I'm moving somewhere the first week of March because that's when my replacement moves in. Moving directly into the Brooklyn apartment would be too simple for this byzantine tale, and it is currently occupied by my sister and her family. Next, we look down the line to the apartment they're moving into, which is where my aunt is living now. We were expecting her to have moved out by now (the original estimate having her moved out by early January), but that's looking unlikely. If we continue downstream to the apartment she's moving into, we find a vacant apartment (hooray!) but it is still pending closing.
To gashlank* matters further, my family is taking a vacation the first weekend in March, so even if closing miraculously happens before then, we probably still won't have my aunt moved out until after my parents return from our vacation, which is several days after I return from the vacation, which leaves me somewhat homeless.
So the answer to the question "When are you moving?" is "Yes."
*gashlank is pronounced guh-SHLANK