unbearable lightness of boxes
i hope they come tomorrow. i have never experienced "professional movers" before. i tend to think a pack of my old theatre buddies, a 12 pack or 2, and a U-Haul would have seen us there and back again by now. Sam assures me that they will actually come in here and pack up all of the difficult stuff and transport everything down 4 flights of stairs and that i will be amazed.
i am amazed that our management company is going to clean and paint our apartment at a reasonable fee. i keep asking Sam if he is very very sure that i do not have to clean the stove. i feel really filthy about that, in particular. my slight ocd is running rampant right now with thought of all of the things I should pre-clean but will actually not even touch.
is this my life?
moving is always surreal, I guess. for those of you who couldn't guess, i am amajor nester. this means that i will start unpacking and keep unpacking until everything is situated. can't help it. i cannot think, work, or create in any morsel of chaos, except for that which already comprises a large part of my though processes.
so i may not be posting for a few days. i sincerely hope that my next post will be done while admiring a view of golden light and palm trees from out our office wndow...
have a lovely early October!