Excused Absence

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Well.

In the last month, a lot of things happened. Here's a brief recap:

- Went to Florida to hang out with my Dad (who just had his knee replaced)
- Took a biochem exam (82, not bad, hoping it's my lowest grade in the class so he'll curve that one)
- Took a physio exam (74, but that was a B b/c of the curve)
- Taught some piano lessons (kids are adorable and the 8 year old is getting good!)
-  Had dinner with some fabulous friends
- Bought tickets to see Matt Nathanson and Joshua Radin on their tour in November
- Took a photography class to learn how to use my DSLR (whee!)
- Went on a camping-down-the-shore bachelorette party weekend and made s'mores
- Got ringworm on my face from said camping adventure (sexy... this is why we don't go outside)
- Went to a barbeque on Long Island with Ken's family (fun times, but exhausting)

Oh, and we moved into a new condo. That was an adventure. We started prepping the place to paint on Tuesday of last week and spent all day Thursday taping and painting (happy 4th of July to us). Friday, we were at the barbeque, which to be honest, I was less than thrilled about because we had so much to do to prep for the move, but it ended up being really fun and I'm glad that we went. Saturday, we painted all day again and discovered our hatred for painter's tape. Sunday, my friend Jenn came over to help me pack while Ken was at the new place doing trim work and waiting for Comcast/DISH Network.

DISH Network turned out to be a bust because despite the fact that they had told us that we would be able to get a signal, we could not. At least we can get the deposit back, which is good. Unfortunately, we have no TV service right now, which doesn't bother Ken in the least, but is annoying to me. He isn't a big TV watcher, but I definitely enjoy watching stuff at night when I come home, and it's my mindless diversion (Ken's is Xbox, haha). I'm going to see if I can subsist without it because I friggin' hate Comcast, but... I doubt that will happen. We all have our vices...

Anyway, Sunday was a chaotic day of insanity. Here are some photos that I took throughout the process:

Top left: Pile of stuff we've found that was left by the previous tenants. Items include a George Foreman grill, a giant beer stein, disgusting ice cube trays, a gas spring, CLR, lentils, barley, old flooring, and a second fire extinguisher. (Not pictured: Various cleaning supplies, giant wooden rods, umbrella, extra Pergo flooring)

Middle left and bottom left: Jenn is a very specific labeler. (NB - All boxes should include wine.)

Right: "Before" picture of the second bedroom. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO A WALL?



Left: Then there was that time I took the doorknobs off of the doors to paint them... and shut the door, thereby locking us in the bedroom. I climbed out the window to rescue us.

Top middle: Jenn is an expert fish transporter.

Middle: Someone hit my car when we were leaving the old apartment complex. Story to follow.

Bottom middle: It was a hard day to be Luna yesterday. She as terrified by the movers and the car ride and then had to get a bath because she peed all over herself in the carrier. :(

Right: Where is my living room? Oh hey, there's a cat.

At some point on Sunday, my mom (who was at the new condo putting shelf paper on every shelf she could find) and Ken requested sustenance be delivered, so Jenn and I picked up some burgers from Five Guys for them. I knew that I needed to go to Bed, Bath, and Beyond, but after we went to Five Guys, I realized that I had forgotten our coupons (God forbid!) so we went back to the apartment. As I was backing out of the parking spot in our complex, I stopped because my car was REALLY full of crap and I wanted to make sure that no one was coming at 45 miles an hour down the street, as people often feel the need to do, despite the fact that they're in a goddamn parking lot. Of course, at that moment, someone was barreling down the street and slammed right into my right bumper. I got out of my car and this conversation occurred with the gentleman in his mid-fifties (and I use that term loosely) who had hit me.

Him: It's a parking lot. You should watch.
Me: It's a parking lot. Maybe you shouldn't do 45 mph in it.
Him: I wasn't.... it's my birthday.
Me: ... I'm moving tomorrow? What do you want from me, here?

I'm not sure how "it's my birthday" is excuse to do anything after the age of about 10, and I am absolutely certain that traffic laws still apply, regardless of whether it's your natal day or any other day of the year. His crappy SUV had no visible damage, meanwhile, my poor taillight was cracked and my bumper was all scuffed up. I convinced him that we didn't need to file a police report, and he went on his way. What a pain in the ass. At least no one was hurt, but... seriously!? I spent 18 months in this complex, being extremely careful to not get hit, and on the last day I'm living there it happens? Typical.

Sunday night, Ken, Jenn, and I went to Chammp's at 10:00 at night and ordered way too many appetizers and a trio of wee desserts. When they arrived at the table, I said, "Wow, this is the perfect size! I don't even know what I would do with a bigger one!" and we all laughed so hard that we could barely breathe. I don't think I stopped laughing for 5 minutes. By that point in the evening, we were all so punch-drunk that everything was hysterical. Sidenote, the spinach and artichoke dip at Champp's is AMAZING. That night, I managed to find sheets, a blanket, allergy meds, and an extra toothbrush for Jenn so she could stay over, and I was wildly impressed with myself, considering that everything was in randomly created boxes. Somehow, we didn't go to bed until after 1. Poor life choices.

The next day, Jenn brought us coffee on the way back from getting her car inspected, which makes Jenn my hero (once again). The moving experience was the best we've ever had, and I attribute that entirely to Jenn. And also, the fact that we hired movers. Like adults! They arrived at the old apartment at 9:45, and by 12:25, everything was in the new apartment. They brought the truck, used furniture pads, wrapped up our mattress in a giant bag, and we didn't have to move anything heavier than a box. It was magical. In fact, every time one of us picked up a box, one of the movers (there were 3) asked if we needed help. It was really nice, and they made me life SO much better. The whole thing, truck included, cost $395. Worth EVERY penny.

Of course, now there is a giant pile of crap all over the living room. And the bedroom. And the second bedroom. And the closets are all overflowing with nonsense because we had to throw things in them so the movers could, you know, MOVE things. Another fun adventure yesterday was transporting the two cats, which were really not thrilled to be in their carriers at all. They pretty much yowled in the saddest manner possible from the minute they were contained to the minute I let them out in the new condo. Gershwin was way less upset by the entire process, which surprised exactly no one. Luna, on the other hand, peed all over herself in her carrier, and then proceeded to hide under the bathroom sink until I had to give her a bath. She was fairly subdued for the bath, but probably because she had run out of adrenaline from being so stressed out all day. Poor thing is going to get adrenal fatigue. She hid under the bed for awhile after her bath, but she did let me brush her and she came out later in the evening to hang out for a bit and explore the boxes in the living room. I think she's settling in, although she's hiding under the bed a lot. Poor girl.

Last night, I had to go to my night class from 5-8:10, because that is exactly what one does after moving the entire contents of a two-bedroom apartment. I somehow located my notebook and managed to stay awake through three hours of fluid balance physiology. While I was out, Ken organized the bedroom, emptied out the walk-in closet of the 904 bags and miscellaneous boxes that had been unceremoniously tossed in there, and put the sheets on the bed. I picked up a pizza on the way home (we haven't cooked in days... it's depressing!) and we ate and attempted to find things that we needed for the night and this morning. We also installed a curtain rod (and by we, I mean Ken) and hung the curtains (which are supposedly light-blocking, but I am skeptical of their abilities). I attempted to install a tension rod shower caddy for our master bathroom, but apparently, our weirdo shower that has a seat/ledge in it is taller than the average tub height, so the rack didn't fit (sad day). We also went on a 20 minute quest for scissors (eventually successful), as well as an adventure to find my hair stuff (I'm still missing a hairbrush, somehow) and various other things.

Right now, being in our condo makes me anxious because there is just stuff everywhere. As my friend Katie once said when we were on a trip and sharing a bathroom, "There's just shit everywhere! It's like... holy mother of Christ!" (I'm not high maintenance... just... okay, maybe I have a lot of bathroom products. You would too, if you had my hair!) Everywhere I look, there are boxes overflowing with things, bags with nondescript contents, and general chaos. I can't wait to start getting things set up, getting rid of some random things we don't need (best part of moving, in my opinion!) and starting to make it feel like home. I'll be sure to post more pictures as we get things moved in. The paint situation is vastly improved, but we still have some touch-ups to do before I'll be satisfied, haha.

On top of moving/needing to unpack, I have about 800 million things to do, including catch up on my work emails (how do they build up so quickly??), write/retool my personal statement for med school, submit my applications, study for my biochem exam, study for the MCAT, get my hair cut, book our hotels for our honeymoon (40 days!), return stuff to the mall, and IRB stuff for work. So.... I guess I should stop blogging and go do at least some of that stuff, right?

What have you all been up to, out there? Also, any good organization tips?

- A

2 comments:

  1. 1.) I totally thought of you when I got the ticketmaster email about the Matt Nathanson/Joshua Radin concert. If we were in the same geographic location, we would clearly be going to that together.

    Yay Jenn for helping you move! Very nice of her. And hiring movers definitely sounds like the way to go. I can't wait to see pictures of your new condo once it's all unpacked. Also, please send me your new address! :D

    Oh, and you said you had some boxes that might be mine? You will definitely have to tell me what's in them, because I do not remember having any other stuff at your place.

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  2. 1.) I totally thought of you when I got the ticketmaster email about the Matt Nathanson/Joshua Radin concert. If we were in the same geographic location, we would clearly be going to that together.

    Yay Jenn for helping you move! Very nice of her. And hiring movers definitely sounds like the way to go. I can't wait to see pictures of your new condo once it's all unpacked. Also, please send me your new address! :D

    Oh, and you said you had some boxes that might be mine? You will definitely have to tell me what's in them, because I do not remember having any other stuff at your place.

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