This week, we moved house or apartment, as the case may be. It’s been a little hectic to say the least. For instance, I think I’ve spent the better part of three working days packing, and almost immediately unpacking the kitchen. It’s also exercising muscles I’ve been neglecting at the gym making, which is making me feel creaky.
The move out was uneventful thanks to an amazing NYC moving crew. They whisked everything away in short order despite having to move the truck twice to let others pass due to the lingering snow. Dismantling the bed frame required some consultation and discussion. Even if we had the instructions, they were probably in Italian.
Moving in was even faster. There was a space in front of the building and a service elevator to get everything upstairs. Shortly after the movers departed, cupcakes in hand, leaving us among many boxes, we went to the local for a couple pints. That was the goal I was working towards for a couple days. Since the new place is only a 5 minute walk from the old, it’s the same local I’ve known for the last 16 years. Some things change, others remain the same.
While we’ll be settling in for a bit, the new place is already starting to feel like home. We’re getting used to different noises and idiosyncrasies like which cabinets don’t close quite the same way as the others. I even managed to find dig out the various electronics and cables needed to set up for the Friday night Jamulus session.
Finally, what move wouldn’t be complete without at least one trip to Ikea? On ours, we encountered the absolutely massive snow pile in Red Hook pictured here. The streets around the ball fields are closed and filled with 15 foot high piles of grey snow.
