Post-Move Existence

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Have moved. No one died, though there several close calls; this was a textbook example of how not to move. For the record, never

- Move midweek
- Assume you can move in one evening
- Plan to go to work the next morning
- Rely on the leasing agent's breezy comments about public transportation
- Move the day your roommate returns from a family trip
- Think, "oh, it'll all fit in the roomie's van, if we do a couple trips. I don't need to rent a U-Haul."

And that's just the stuff I remember off the top of my head. A thousand thanks to jcmcb and blankverses for their help moving heavy boxes; I owe them bigtime. Huge thanks also to norabombay and fairestcat for the sunday evening IKEA/Target run that made the apartment liveable. Last year I learned a lot about moving by letting dad handle most of the details, and watching him do it right. This year I learned by making a thousand mistakes, which you four helped bail me out of. I'm calling this move a learning experience and very character building, and moving on with my life.

The sea of boxes and bags in the living room has subsided to a largish lake and some puddles. This has left the living room very bare; we're going to need more furniture.

Posting this from miriel's computer. When dad brings the router (tomorrow, if all goes well) I'll be able to reconnect my computer to the world internet and start catching up on my friends page, which I'm roughly 300 posts behind on.

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And I've missed you terribly. On the other hand, in the, um, roughly ten days I was offline, I managed to finish as many books as I did in all of July (three; I keep hoping I've forgotten one).