From my new apartment that is. I know I have posted before about my apartment, but this is me sitting on my new couch/bed looking at the rest of my stuff (but not all my stuff, forgot things in the old place still). All my furniture is here, mostly new, a few old small things I wanted to keep. I am pretty happy with how things are right now.
Of course now I have to go out and do some more shopping. at least now when I’m done, I don’t have a long ride back home.
My boss and I were talking about moving the other day. He has recently purchased a house and moved. He was telling me about when he was moving in and had to stop to get something to eat, so he heated something up in the microwave and ate it. As he was sitting and eating it, he had the thought, this is home now.
Today Em and I came down to the city, she had a nail appointment, I had a suitcase and some bags with stuff in them. The furniture store was delivering the stuff I had bought so we needed to be there. Em went to get her nails done, I went to the apartment to put things away, then I closed the window, locked the door and headed for the stairs. As I walked down the hallway I thought, “This is my hallway, these are my stairs, I’m home now.”
Has two locked doors to get in the building, between the doors are the mailboxes, which are also locked.
The stairs up to the fourth floor are narrow. The door to my apartment has two locks.
There is a fire escape. I feel like a real New Yorker in a typical Manhattan apartment.
When I first thought about moving I had some scary thoughts. After all I haven’t lived on my own in many years, so moving is a scary idea. Then the obvious security concerns of a woman living alone in the big city. To wit, I have been having visions of serial killers climbing in the window from the fire escape. Security bars? Those won’t stop a serial killer! You have to use a stake through the heart!
Then I was signing the paperwork for my apartment and there was something about bed bugs. It said there weren’t any my building. But when I got my lock I was looking at all the bed bug stuff, and there were bed bug proof seat covers for people to carry with them for when they have to sit …..
Wait a minute, I can get a bed bug infestation in my butt? Now I have another scary thought.
I’m. Going. To. Die.
Since the weather has been unbearable I haven’t really been paying attention to points. The stress of moving also has not helped.
This morning I was up, but still under 140 so for right now that is my goal. I know that is kind of working in reverse, for now it is the best I can do.
Last night there was an enormous black cat in my bathroom. She growled at me while I was getting ready for bed. She scared me.
Stitch had this friend Bane. It was too hot for him to stay in his apartment so Stitch brought him here, of course he brought his cat Jaden with him. From the way Stitch talked about her, I thought Jaden was a small cat, when Bane opened the case and this black behemoth jumped out, bigger them both our cats put together I was surprised. She ran down the stairs and went into my bathroom, apparently she decided that is her new home since she hissed at everyone who came in there.
Big hulking scary cat.
We are in the middle of a heat wave. I don’t like the heat. Today it seemed to be slowing the train down, not only that but the A.C. didn’t seem to be working, however it was not blowing out hot air so it was bearable. The car I was on seemed to populated with very loud children. In realty there were only about 2 or 3 of them, but they were really loud. It was very annoying. The mom had an iPhone, the screen was cracked and she didn’t seem to care. I almost cried.
During the day I was e-mailing Em about packing everything and how I kept finding things I had forgotten I had, and that I was ‘pretty lame’. She reminded me I am packing up 22 years of my life. I will get through this, or I’ll have a heart attack and die. Actually if this heat lasts much longer I’ll probably die.
This evening I went on Craig’s list and listed a bunch of stuff to sell. It probably won’t move, but it’s worth a try.
And that’s all, she says.
Last night we figured out that Stitch will only have to take me to the train station six more times.
In less then two weeks I’ll be in my apartment in Manhattan. I am so not ready, damn this heat! I can’t stay downstairs and pack when it’s this hot.
This is not how I planned it. I haven’t even got a bed yet.
more cleaning, more packing, more feeling like crap.
It is so hard to think about what to take and what to leave, what you need and what you don’t, and what to do with the stuff you don’t need.
The stress is building, so I just keep reminding myself of the benefits of moving, the shorter commute, my own space. More sleep, more sleep, more sleep.
instead of writing a blog post I went upstairs to watch the game. So now instead of being ahead of the number of posts I need to catch up I have fallen behind again.
Part of the problem is trying to balance everything, cleaning (which involves deciding what to take and what to get rid of), packing (what can I pack now and what do I need), with all the things I want to keep up, watching baseball and typing blog posts. So when I get asked to go upstairs to watch that means everything get pushed back and messed up and it kind of annoys me. I could say no, but I don’t ….
Pretty soon, my time will be my own, I will be able to spend all evening on my computer if I want all by myself. Can’t wait.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 