my whole face flashed before my eyes
Apr. 30th, 2023 10:43 pmFeeling very adult-y lately, signing leases and shaking hands and spelling my name correctly on all sorts of dotted lines. The big news: I'm moving tomorrow! The guys with the big van will be here in exactly eleven hours and I am prepared for chaos and confusion; don't forget, last time I did this, I had a moving man pull a switchblade on me. I hate to sound like a prima donna, but...I'd really like it if that didn't happen again.
So, yeah, if I'm boring and quiet for the next little bit, the good thing is I have a decent excuse for once. I'm dehydrated and trapped in a maze of U-haul boxes! That may be my best excuse ever, actually.
It's not the neighborhood I wanted, but it's a cute little block; there's a tapas place, a tea shop, a nice-seeming Italian fruit market. And a Dunkin' Donuts, because -- inescapable. A 24-hour Dunkin', to be specific, which I like, because if I ever lose it and go on a self-destructive jelly donut jag, let's face it. It's definitely gonna be a three a.m. thing and not a nine a.m. thing.
Okay, don't laugh. I'm moving six blocks. Three back and three to the left. Very Zapruder of me, and it does feel a little silly and...anticlimactic? Packing up my whole life only to move it half the length of a football field. Except -- I like the apartment! Details to follow, but I genuinely do, and I also know this:
I must -- must! -- be out of here by the time the mice start loudly procreating in the walls, which THEY DO and which, by my calculation, should be starting somewhere around...oh, god. May 1st? Can't be here for that, can't do it, not this year. I'm happy for them, I really am, and I hope they're having a great time in there, but -- nuh-uh. Nope.
I'm cutting it close. Too close.
Alright, I have to go untangle some masking tape from my hair, because I've got things sooooo under control. See you on the other side!
So, yeah, if I'm boring and quiet for the next little bit, the good thing is I have a decent excuse for once. I'm dehydrated and trapped in a maze of U-haul boxes! That may be my best excuse ever, actually.
It's not the neighborhood I wanted, but it's a cute little block; there's a tapas place, a tea shop, a nice-seeming Italian fruit market. And a Dunkin' Donuts, because -- inescapable. A 24-hour Dunkin', to be specific, which I like, because if I ever lose it and go on a self-destructive jelly donut jag, let's face it. It's definitely gonna be a three a.m. thing and not a nine a.m. thing.
Okay, don't laugh. I'm moving six blocks. Three back and three to the left. Very Zapruder of me, and it does feel a little silly and...anticlimactic? Packing up my whole life only to move it half the length of a football field. Except -- I like the apartment! Details to follow, but I genuinely do, and I also know this:
I must -- must! -- be out of here by the time the mice start loudly procreating in the walls, which THEY DO and which, by my calculation, should be starting somewhere around...oh, god. May 1st? Can't be here for that, can't do it, not this year. I'm happy for them, I really am, and I hope they're having a great time in there, but -- nuh-uh. Nope.
I'm cutting it close. Too close.
Alright, I have to go untangle some masking tape from my hair, because I've got things sooooo under control. See you on the other side!