I should just like to note that moving sucks. Always. It’s like a bloody rite of passage.
Anyway, Paul and I are moving into a really lovely, brand new apartment building. The problem is that that place won’t be available for move-in until 9/15. Our lease for the current place ends 8/31 and we’re … at least starting to… move out tomorrow. The plan is to move our stuff in boxes and suitcases and bags to our old roommate’s new place since they’ll have an empty room until winter quarter. Paul is coming down this weekend (he’s at Cisco in San Jose), whereupon we’ll hopefully be moving the last of the breakables by (zip)car and then, once we both get back (me on the 17th from Ohio, him on the 19th from San Jose), then we’ll move our stuff into the new place.
I got back from my internship on the 11th… and didn’t really start packing until yesterday. It was a bad idea. Hee.
Unfortunately, classes start on the 25th so it’s not a whole lot of time to furnish the place once we get back. Paul’s given me executive power over decorating (SO EXCITED!), but it’s still a lot to accomplish in a week. But this was the only way that we could find a cheap enough place and keep the pool table. And we are both big on keeping the pool table.
Nevertheless, I have to admit I’m super excited. But man, packing and unpacking sucks more than the moving itself, I think. What in the world am I supposed to do with Paul’s laptop dock?? I’m afraid to touch the thing, but I have to do something with the books it’s sitting on and take the hutch off the desk. o___O;;