The last few weeks have been so hectic. Between work and preparing for my move across the Hudson, I haven't had time to even think straight! Since my stress level at work is high on a daily basis, I won't discuss it here. Just know it goes without saying. I will, however, discuss my move!!
First, I must say that I absolutely love my new space and the fact that I'm sitting in a room that doesn't count as my kitchen, dining, living, AND bedroom makes me one happy woman. With that being said, moving sucks! I have moved 5 times in less than 5 years. Can you imagine? Every apartment was an upgrade from the last, but I was just never able to call any of them home. I finally think I found it (not without a drawback of course- to be discussed later).
This was my first experience moving apartments in the snow; after a major snowstorm no less. It sucked to infinty. I really didn't have alot of stuff, so I thought. Specifically, my new treadmill. Everyone convinced me that I should wait to put it together once I got my new space since it would be easier to move in the box. WRONG. It weighed 300 lbs, the box fell apart, the dolly was a joke, and to top it off- had we put it together we could have rolled it since it came with wheels. In addition, I was moving from (and to) an apartment on a one-way street. So here's what we have: 10 inches of snow-no parking, a Toys R Us baby casting at the studio down the block-a bunch of strollers in my freaking way, and cops-no go on blocking the street with the moving truck. Luckily my next door neighbor was gone so we were able to use their driveway. There is a God.
It was a struggle, but we made it. Little did I know- that was the easy part. Everyone and their mother wanted to join me in the Holland Tunnel. What should have been a 30-40 minute trip to Brooklyn took 2 HOURS. We finally got to the new space, and of course- no parking. After circling, what seemed like forever, we found a spot...at the end of the block. My feet were completely wet from all the snow by the time this move was over. At least there was an elevator. Cold, aching, and wet I had to make the trip BACK to Jersey to drop off the truck, then BACK to Brooklyn (no car: PATH & MTA all the way baby). My day started at 8 am and ended at 11pm. This move was the most challenging and yet, most rewarding of my life thus far. I'm finally home. After it was done I said, There is no way in hell I'm ever moving. Unless of course, it's with my boyfriend or husband- so you know what that means...I ain't moving. At least for a while anyway.
I've been here exactly 15 days and don't have any complaints. Except One. Dunh Dunh Dunnnnhhh- The downstairs neighbor. Granted, I just moved in and I'm sure he's been here for years; living in a building takes some getting used to. But I live alone and don't personaly care about noise. My upstairs neighbors are going to love me: they can bowl in their living room for all I care. Now, the first encounter was totally my fault because I was testing out my new treadmill and it was kinda late. He told me he has to wake up early for work. Because I'm Southern and have manners, I thought to myself- Tiff, it is late, and you need to wake up early to get your exercise in anyway. Fine, I changed around the hours I would normally get on the treadmill: it's a win-win since he will be at work when I wake up. However, tonite (which prompted this post) I'm talking to my friend (on the phone by the way) in my living room. I hear him bang on his ceiling. Are you freaking kidding me? What is this a dormitory!? Or better yet, a prison?? I will in NO way, shape, or form stop living my life at 10pm because you need your beauty sleep. And he's not even cute!
Alas, I think he and I will have a love-hate relationship with each other. I really think he's trying to feel me out, or intimidate me because I'm new. Either way, my southern charm only goes so far. I'm in a New York state of mind now, and after the experience I had moving, he doesn't even want to go there with me!
In other news, I can't wait to go shopping for my new space (which includes area rugs- I know it cuts down on noise in multiple apt dwellings- SEE I am trying). I already have my color schemes picked out and Mom is on it with the drapery. I will be in housewarming mode in no time. Maybe I'll invite my neighbor...
*I have to give a personal thank you to my former roomate in crime Francois who has packed every UHaul truck with me from NC to NJ to NY. Thanks! :-: I must also thank my 6th man team Danie/Kervin for stepping in at the last minute to save the move in its final hour:-)
** :-: is not a typo, it's an emoticon I made up and shall remain nameless!