my survival items while moving include basketball shorts (stolen from brian, and likely to never be returned), chocolate chips, endless ponytails, and my favorite camelback waterbottle which apparently got abandoned at the u-haul counter (and was almost instantly replaced by brian, due to a student discount and his unending sweetness)
the cats assessment of the new place is favorable. having an actual hallway enables them to chase each other at breakneck speeds and oskar acts like he's never seen carpet before. probably thirty percent of his day is spent rolling around on it.
we have a pool! brian has been in it every day, and i've already acquired a fairly impressive sunburn. (if anyone walks into my office today, they might find me with my hand down my shirt trying to cool off that super sensitive sunburnt spot where my cleavage should be)
selling/buying stuff on craigslist gets you involved in people's lives in such a strange way. we picked up a nightstand and a couch last week from two different people and got to hear fairly personal details about both of their lives while we awkwardly tried to hand over the cash and leave with our new possessions. (neither brian or i are great at small talk. or...personal talk, as it were). we're also trying to sell a bathroom shelf and all five people who were interested somehow fell through. i'm going to throw it in the street tomorrow.
getting excited about a linen closet either means you're a grown up or that you used to have to store your extra sheets and blankets on the floor next to your bed. maybe both.
tonight is (fingers crossed) our last trip to the old apartment to get those last nagging items loaded and cleaning all 500 square feet of it. it feels like when you have to go visit an old boyfriend to give them their stuff back. i just want it to be ooooover now.
and to end. the cats, exhausted after chasing each other through the apartment and running into the boxes approximately 52 times.
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