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Tired but caught in a wonderful, terrible forward momentum...
On Saturday I picked up my keys for my new place and found out I could paint the apartment. So Sunday I painted, with the help of one of my bestest and dearest Miss M, demolishing much of a twelve pack, talking about everything under the sun, and grinding through the necessary things that painting involves. My living room is a pale key-lime green color, the bed room a butter-cup yellow. Yay!
But now I’m a day behind in packing, and since I just booked the movers for this coming Saturday I’m feeling the crunch... I went to the new place tonight to clean up after the painting (picking up the drop cloths, putting the covers on the outlets and light switches, tidying the beer bottles (ha!), etc), then came home and went back to packing...
I’ve gotten rid of about a third of my normal clothes, and honestly could probably get rid of more but I’m not that brutal. At the moment I’m taking all my books, though I could probably stand to get rid of a bunch of those too. Several pieces of my furniture will be left here to be sold off in the couple of weeks before my lease is up... my new place is a bit smaller than my studio, though laid out more smartly and generally more charming. If I’m going to have furniture, it’s going to fit the space and be what I need, not things held over from places I had years ago.
So much more to do... my office area in my current place is a disaster, full of papers and all those things and odds and ends I don’t otherwise have a place for. Not even sure where to start with it all. And when do you begin with the dishes? Nearly last I suppose... Soon will be the bathroom stuff, the art stuff has to get neatly boxed, bla bla bla... all packed and ready to get hauled away.
But power is turned on, and cable set to be turned on Sunday... so nearly nearly there.
Ready for bed.
On Saturday I picked up my keys for my new place and found out I could paint the apartment. So Sunday I painted, with the help of one of my bestest and dearest Miss M, demolishing much of a twelve pack, talking about everything under the sun, and grinding through the necessary things that painting involves. My living room is a pale key-lime green color, the bed room a butter-cup yellow. Yay!
But now I’m a day behind in packing, and since I just booked the movers for this coming Saturday I’m feeling the crunch... I went to the new place tonight to clean up after the painting (picking up the drop cloths, putting the covers on the outlets and light switches, tidying the beer bottles (ha!), etc), then came home and went back to packing...
I’ve gotten rid of about a third of my normal clothes, and honestly could probably get rid of more but I’m not that brutal. At the moment I’m taking all my books, though I could probably stand to get rid of a bunch of those too. Several pieces of my furniture will be left here to be sold off in the couple of weeks before my lease is up... my new place is a bit smaller than my studio, though laid out more smartly and generally more charming. If I’m going to have furniture, it’s going to fit the space and be what I need, not things held over from places I had years ago.
So much more to do... my office area in my current place is a disaster, full of papers and all those things and odds and ends I don’t otherwise have a place for. Not even sure where to start with it all. And when do you begin with the dishes? Nearly last I suppose... Soon will be the bathroom stuff, the art stuff has to get neatly boxed, bla bla bla... all packed and ready to get hauled away.
But power is turned on, and cable set to be turned on Sunday... so nearly nearly there.
Ready for bed.