Moving Day

Last weekend was pretty eventful. Kurt and I moved in together. We now live in a quirky little one bedroom apartment in an old house in Allentown. On Friday night, Dee, her sister Kelly, and I had a dinner and movie date to mourn/celebrate the end of our living together. We went to Uno’s and saw the Ugly Truth – which was adorable – I want to see if again already!

Saturday was our official move-in date. We had help from Kurt’s friends and brother and from the start, things started going wrong. It’s inevitable I think, that when you have something important or big to do, things just happen to try your patience. I’ve learned over the years just to go with it (Kurt’s helped me a lot with that). First, Kurt’s car wouldn’t start when we went to pick up the moving truck, then Jeff (his former roommate) couldn't get the key to his new apartment because the apartment hadn't been cleaned yet(we were helping him move too). Then, Kurt and I went to pick up a couch, chair, and dryer from his mom and her boyfriend, only to find that the nearest bridge wouldn’t accommodate the height of the truck, so we had to turn around and take the long way. Also, Mount Holly is not moving truck friendly so we had to take a few alternate routes to get to their house. I’m pretty sure more things happened, but you get the gist. At least there was a parking space in front of our apartment for the truck. We got lucky there.

After those setbacks, the move went well. I felt like an idiot walking down the street carrying such things as a broom, mirror, and hammer. I only moved down the street, so anything I forgot I just walked over with. People must have thought I was either a weird bag lady or slowly robbing a house. Three days later, I was still extremely sore even though I only carried the little stuff. I’ve realized that I’m completely useless when it comes to stuff like this. I can’t carry anything big! I hate that. I prefer to do things myself. I don’t like to rely on other people to get things done. There are two reasons for this. The first is that I don’t like admitting weakness. The second is that I want things done when I want them done. I hate waiting. But honestly, I'm grateful for all the help when I need it because I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have Kurt or my dad nearby or Dee’s dad. When Dee and I lived together, we couldn’t carry big things up the stairs, put in the air conditioner every summer, etc. Our dads and Kurt would have to help. I can't help but think – What would we do if our parents didn’t live so close by, or we didn’t have Kurt and Andy (Dee's bf) to help us with the heavy lifting? We’d be stuck. I guess that’s when you buy a smaller air conditioner.

So Kurt and I are all moved in. We’re still missing some things – wardrobe (our house was built in the 1800s or so, so we have no closet space), a washing machine, and some area rugs (all hardwood floors which I love!), and we’re not completely unpacked, but it’s starting to feel like ours now. I am loving living with Kurt, but I definitely miss living with Dee and I miss our apartment. That little place with my windowless bedroom was my first apartment, out on my own. It’s amazing how much like home your first apartment becomes.

Our new place is really cute and has crown molding (now a requirement for me for all future houses we will live in), and one wall in the dining room/office/laundry room is made of cork! We have a teeny tiny backyard about the size of a bowling alley that backs up to the lake in Allentown. I love the lake. I think that’s my favorite part of the house. It’s so beautiful. Our neighbors have two Newfoundlands. They are the biggest dogs I have ever seen. They’re so sweet, but if they felt like it, I’m sure they could easily rip me to shreds. They are the size of bears and look like them too. It’s strange, you simultaneously want to hug them and run away from them. Home sweet home :-)


On my nightstand:

Right now I'm reading a manuscript so I won't tease you with how amazing it is when you can't buy it until Christmas, so I'll tell you about one I loved that's in stores. The Forest of Hands and Teeth. To me it felt like a cross between I Am Legend and The Village. It's about our world in the future, overrun by people infected with some sort of disease that turns them into the undead. It's thrilling and thought-provoking. The author, Carrie Ryan, really delves deep into the fears and desires of Mary, the main character. I was conflicted trying to read this book. I couldn't put it down, but I couldn't read it alone at night. It freaked me out a little too much. So if you're as much of a chicken as I am, read it in the daylight.