My stuff has arrived...

It’s about 7:30 p.m., I’ve had a half bottle of wine and I’m surrounded by boxes of crap I should’ve gotten rid of ages ago. Life is interesting if nothing else.

My movers arrived at about 8 a.m. this morning and stayed until about noon. I felt like such an ass. I live on the fourth floor and they had to carry all sorts of awkward boxes up the spiral staircase from hell. There were only three movers – 2 men and one woman (what a trooper). It had to be at least 90 degrees outside and they were literally dripping sweat onto my furniture and boxes. One of the guys actually had to change his shirt because it was clinging to his body.

I felt terrible, but there’s not much you can do at that point. I just kept forcing water down their throats to keep them hydrated. I think they only took one break the entire time. Their legs must be made of steel. Maybe I should look into becoming a part-time mover…

So now I’m surrounded by boxes and mismatched furniture. I’ve started stacking things in my storage closet, much like a game of Tetris. Everything has to be turned just the right way so everything else will fit. Unfortunately, I’ve stashed a box in there that shouldn’t be there.

You see, I packed two weird rectangle boxes with a weird green trim. One has stuff for good will; another has kitchen stuff (I think). Being lazy, or at the very least inattentive, I shoved one of the “green” boxes at the back of the storage closet thinking it was the donation box (which makes no sense anyway). Of course, it wasn’t.

And naturally, I didn’t figure this out until after I had shoved a number of totes and tables ect. in front of said box. Faced with this dilemma, I decided what any full-blooded American would decide – eff it. The box can freakin stay there. If I need to buy replacement stuff, so be it. That box is the least of my concerns. I need to worry about the rest of the crap all over my apartment, namely the crap all over my bed. I can’t even see it at this point. I know it’s there, but I couldn’t even tell you the color of the sheets. Your guess is as good as mine.

So being the complainer that I am, I mentioned this to Jughead during our chat session. He pointed out that when he moved into his apartment he opened a bottle of wine and kind of chillaxed while he unpacked. Good call, Juggie. Good call.

I decided to open a Riesling I’ve had in my fridge for about three weeks. I’ve been waiting to get a corkscrew, but as it turns out, it’s a screw top. I’ll be damned.

Now I know it sounds cheap (and it was – only about 3 Euros I think), but its fabulous wine. And I should know, seeing as I’ve already had half a bottle.

Which leads me to the here and now. I’m chillaxing on my striped love seat (that matches absolutely nothing in my apartment) and sipping on my white wine. I should probably get up and clear off my bed so I can get some rest, but I’m relatively comfortable where I am. Maybe I’ll pull a Homer and develop my own personal ass groove.

Ah and for those of you that were concerned, all of my stuff made it into the apartment. There was a brief scare when my box spring got stuck in the stairwell, but the guys made it work. They were almost home-free at that point and I doubt they wanted to drag it down the stairs any more than they wanted to wedge it the last few feet. Bless them.

Alright, I suppose I should continue unpacking my “treasures”.

PS – the paintings I ordered on eBay also came in today. They are absolutely fabulous and they couldn’t have had any better timing. Although I’m sure the delivery guy was curious as to why I had sweat dripping from my face (hey, it’s hot!). Maybe he just thought I was out of shape (a valid option).

Cheers,
Jen