We moved our stuff into an attic attached to the house within which is our apartment. Did that make sense?
It was hell. All of the shite of moving without any of the excitement of a new place and none of the satisfaction, since we’re not done yet.
I am in the worst shape of my life. It is official. I entirely lost steam after taking Janaki’s stuff up into the attic and we decided to take my stuff up tomorrow morning, rather than push it.
My Dwarven Wedding adventure, cancelled last week, is still largely unfinished.
Last night a friend of Janaki’s invited us to his girlfriend’s apartment for dinner, where we were treated to a lovely meal with lovely company. Than a bunch of friends from outta town joined us and it turned into a great get together, a really fun time.
At the end of the night, we left the apartment to let the people who lived there sleep and just stood around in the parking lot, talking shit. Good times.
I hate moving. I cannot count the amount of times I’ve moved in the past 10+ years. Well, that’s not true. I could.
Jersey to Philly
Philly back to Jersey
Jersey to Georgia
Georgia to Ithaca, West Tower Dorm
West Tower to Plain Street
Plain Stree to HELL
HELL to Bostwick Road
Bostwick Road to Geneva Street
Geneva Street to Jersey
Jersey to Tokyo
Tokyo back to Jersey
Jersey to Tampa
Tampa to Ithaca, Summer Palace
Summer Palace to Basement Dungeon
Basement Dungeon to Hanshaw Rd.
Handshaw to Current Joint
Current join to Next Joint…