I moved on Saturday.
The new place is great, although a little smaller, and the neighborhood is ideal for us, with tons of dog owners, close proximity to places we visit on a regular basis, and lots within walking distance. We found out around May 5 that we needed to move, since our landlords found some new tenants (we were doing a month-to-month arrangement until they found someone, which happened right away), so it was a whirlwind couple of weeks to research places, take tours, go through the application process, and get packed.
I love some aspects of moving: It's the perfect time to purge clutter and stuff that hasn't been used in a long time, and everything gets a deep clean. You can re-organize and refresh your views on your possessions. You can remind yourself of projects you've wanted to get to (as you run across elements or mementos) and renew their ranks on your priority list. You can get excited about the prospect of designing a new space and figuring out what touches will make it "home."
On the other hand, moving sucks: Packing is a total drag, especially the fragile stuff, and acquiring boxes, tape, and bubble wrap just creates more clutter for the new home. You have to close old accounts and open new ones and scrape together cash for deposits and moving costs. There's the annoying time where you don't have cable, internet, and phone installed, which is a blessing in disguise because it prevents you from procrastinating on the unpacking front. For the first time, our uber-careful transport of our priceless computer equipment wasn't enough: After setting up our whole office, we realized the computer wasn't working, and repair attempts failed... luckily, a visit to the Apple store fixed 'er up, and all is back to normal.
We were super-fortunate for this move, because two lovely guy-friends helped with the large stuff--after we had spent the previous week making late-night runs of all of the little things. (For one move way back when, exactly zero of the TEN people who said they would help showed up.) These guys were monsters and helped us knock it out in just a few hours.
I wish I had had my camera handy when I served the sweaty bunch lunch on real plates with cloth napkins at the foot of the U-Haul. (It was actually the easiest thing because the kitchen had been moved and unpacked earlier in the week.)
I'm super-sore and tired from the constant up-and-down stair-climbing and heavy lifting, but that's another bonus of moving in my view: Moving is a mandatory workout, one you can't laze out of, so you can jump-start a renewed commitment to exercise routines.
Things should be settled in the next couple of days, at which time I'll aim to blog as often as I did in April.
The new place is great, although a little smaller, and the neighborhood is ideal for us, with tons of dog owners, close proximity to places we visit on a regular basis, and lots within walking distance. We found out around May 5 that we needed to move, since our landlords found some new tenants (we were doing a month-to-month arrangement until they found someone, which happened right away), so it was a whirlwind couple of weeks to research places, take tours, go through the application process, and get packed.
I love some aspects of moving: It's the perfect time to purge clutter and stuff that hasn't been used in a long time, and everything gets a deep clean. You can re-organize and refresh your views on your possessions. You can remind yourself of projects you've wanted to get to (as you run across elements or mementos) and renew their ranks on your priority list. You can get excited about the prospect of designing a new space and figuring out what touches will make it "home."
On the other hand, moving sucks: Packing is a total drag, especially the fragile stuff, and acquiring boxes, tape, and bubble wrap just creates more clutter for the new home. You have to close old accounts and open new ones and scrape together cash for deposits and moving costs. There's the annoying time where you don't have cable, internet, and phone installed, which is a blessing in disguise because it prevents you from procrastinating on the unpacking front. For the first time, our uber-careful transport of our priceless computer equipment wasn't enough: After setting up our whole office, we realized the computer wasn't working, and repair attempts failed... luckily, a visit to the Apple store fixed 'er up, and all is back to normal.
We were super-fortunate for this move, because two lovely guy-friends helped with the large stuff--after we had spent the previous week making late-night runs of all of the little things. (For one move way back when, exactly zero of the TEN people who said they would help showed up.) These guys were monsters and helped us knock it out in just a few hours.
I wish I had had my camera handy when I served the sweaty bunch lunch on real plates with cloth napkins at the foot of the U-Haul. (It was actually the easiest thing because the kitchen had been moved and unpacked earlier in the week.)
I'm super-sore and tired from the constant up-and-down stair-climbing and heavy lifting, but that's another bonus of moving in my view: Moving is a mandatory workout, one you can't laze out of, so you can jump-start a renewed commitment to exercise routines.
Things should be settled in the next couple of days, at which time I'll aim to blog as often as I did in April.
