To quote Tom Green, moving is like "pulling a 10 lb roast out of my ass with a plastic fork."
As I write this, my Mac is sitting on the coffee table of my new place, and everything is cluttered. I still have a free-candy van load of more belongings back at my old place I need to fetch, as well we're still trying to clear space for all of our junk in this small apartment. I unloaded a box full of shoes and bags upon bags of clothing at the Value Village just down the road from us this past week, so I better not go shopping there for a while or I may end up buying stuff back.
The move is a slow process, as it's mainly Raimund and I moving stuff in after work and staying up until 11 pm or so unpacking and organizing. This has been the routine for a week now, and I'm hoping it'll be all over soon. I'm pooped.
The good thing about all of this, though, is the location. I'm steps away from sushi (SCORE) and the river valley is at my front steps. Oh, and I FINALLY have a balcony! The balcony is currently inhabited by a small family of pigeons, and seeing as they're behind on rent cheques, we plan to evict them soon.
My cameras and knick-knacks are unpacked for the most part, so it's starting to feel like home. And that's the main thing, right?
Besides all this kerfuffle, I'm excited for July. Plans are to take a road trip to Saskatchewan, as well I hope to launch ze new blawg on Sunday. Will we make it? We'll see.
Anywho, I should wrap this post up. Those closets aren't going to clean themselves. >:O