Moving day
We moved in yesterday! We've been here for a month (air mattress, one pan, plastic spoons, 3 towels...) but yesterday we finally moved all our stuff. We rented a truck, loaded it on Monday, and drove into the city for unloading Tuesday.
Sean enjoyed taking the full-sized truck through the Lincoln Tunnel (inches to the wall!) and through the streets of AM-rush-hour Midtown Manhattan. We got the perfect spot just around the corner from our building, and met with our friends Pradip and Steve.
Moving, however, was greulling.
We're required to enter through the basement (the building's rules, sigh) which required carrying everything down a flight of stairs on the street, and then zig-zagging through the basement to the elevator. We are also required to finish before 4:30pm. Working non-stop in the July heat, we hand-carried and handtrucked boxes and furniture across the (usually gridlocked) street, down the block, down the stairs, through the basement, into the elevator, then down the hall and into our place. We all sweat through our clothes, and finished JUST in the knick of time. (At about 4:45, actually.) Pradip and Steve, you guys are saints!
We have SO MUCH STUFF, having just moved from a 1600 square foot Texas apartment to a 600 square foot Manhattan apartment. Our place looks like a storage locker.
Sean enjoyed taking the full-sized truck through the Lincoln Tunnel (inches to the wall!) and through the streets of AM-rush-hour Midtown Manhattan. We got the perfect spot just around the corner from our building, and met with our friends Pradip and Steve.
Moving, however, was greulling.
We're required to enter through the basement (the building's rules, sigh) which required carrying everything down a flight of stairs on the street, and then zig-zagging through the basement to the elevator. We are also required to finish before 4:30pm. Working non-stop in the July heat, we hand-carried and handtrucked boxes and furniture across the (usually gridlocked) street, down the block, down the stairs, through the basement, into the elevator, then down the hall and into our place. We all sweat through our clothes, and finished JUST in the knick of time. (At about 4:45, actually.) Pradip and Steve, you guys are saints!
We have SO MUCH STUFF, having just moved from a 1600 square foot Texas apartment to a 600 square foot Manhattan apartment. Our place looks like a storage locker.
posted by Sean at
4:06 PM
3 Comments:
Congratulations! Jake and I can definitely relate. We moved from two apartments in Dallas that were 700 square feet each to one little apartment that probably was less than 600 square feet. The movers who dropped off our stuff felt very bad for me when they saw all the boxes we had.
Now we are totally coming to stay with you, now that you have furniture and power.
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Anonymous, at 5:17 PM
Congratulations from Moscow! It's amazing that you did all these (painting, packing, moving) by yourself. You have great friends. We can imagine how big a job it is to move the bed, sofa, boxes from the truck to the apartment. But now you have a real home - it is your home. You deserve every inch of the space and every minute of the time enjoying it. Take a big break before you go to the next phase. We will come to visit you when we get the opportunity after you settle down. Love from your mom and dad.
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Anonymous, at 9:24 AM
Sean, did I forget to mention I HATE you?
Just in case I did, let me state: I hate you.
That might just be my arms talking, though.
On the other hand, I still like you, Lily, and look forward to seeing where you end up hiding the contents of all those boxes.
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Anonymous, at 10:04 PM
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