Renter’s Ruminations

Moving to a new city is always stressful…will your old furniture fit into your new place? Will you have to redecorate? Can you find a good deal? And – often, most importantly – will you get it all done in time?

Managing to plan a cross-country move from nearly 3000 miles away, while in the midst of work chaos, isn’t exactly easy. I’ve got 1/2 of the menagerie here with me,  one of which is currently eating the empty Ikea boxes, a practice I’m allowing in hopes that it will tire her out enough to grant me more than 2 hours of sleep. (I only *WISH* I was exaggerating here, but really, someone this tired doesn’t talk in hyperbole; we can’t even remember what that means.) I’ve got a few suitcases of clothes, some bath products, and an Aerobed graciously borrowed from my darling friend (and newest partner in crime), Jen  – in essence, it’s frighteningly easy to see how little you actually need. As such, I don’t feel too bad about downsizing (read: selling everything I own.) Change is good, purging is cathartic. (This is my new new mantra.)

And so, as I’m sitting on the ground, typing on my new Powerbook while Miss Lila chews on a used swiffer duster (again, if this will allow me to get THREE hours of sleep, it’s worth it!), you can imagine my excitement about my new couch. I found it on Craigslist, otherwise known as my newest retail saviour, a steal at only $450. FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY US DOLLARS, for a like-new sectional that was purchased just a year or so ago for over $3000. (Yes, that *IS* THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS.) I’ve been bragging all day – Look at my deal! Aren’t I lucky!? I even arranged to have a mover help me get it the five blocks into my apartment, and here it sits:

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My house is really light, really airy – that’s why I loved it, all three rooms plus a bathroom and a closet. Quite a change from my three-bedroom craftsman in Atlanta, but this Edwardian building has its charm. I mean, really – look at the light! Look at the floors! Look at my darling hallway!

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Now look at my darling hallway, heretofore known as "Narrow Pathway to Hell", with the second part of my sectional firmly stuck in the middle of it, missing a leg and leaving me with a front door without any handles.
Anyone know a good locksmith? Or sedative-prescribing shrink? I’m in dire need of both.
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