All of my stuff is now moved into the condo. Whew. I take back my cavalier attitude from yesterday. Moving is a bitch. I guess I knew that going in, but that fact becomes crystal clear when you’ve lugged box after box down to the street (books are deceptively heavy) and are driving a rented Ford E-250 cargo van through the streets of downtown Washington, D.C., with street closures (due to the marathon) to maneuver around. What was up with all the idiot drivers out today? I don’t care if you’re a tourist, no one is supposed to drive and take photos at the same time (as I saw two people do near the Mall). We thought everything was going reasonably well (14th Street south of Independence Avenue re-opened just as we entered the intersection) until we got around to bringing my sofabed to Goodwill. It turns out they don’t accept sofabeds. Doh!
So we had no choice but to take it home with everything else. It is heavy. Seriously. I never want to move that thing again. (Some of the Budget Rental trucks have “moving tips” printed on the side, and we saw one this morning that read, “It’s okay to curse at heavy furniture.” Amen, brother.) My sofabed is now in a makeshift position in the living room, along with most of my stuff, in boxes and bags.
Man, I’m tired. Time to lie down and give my mind and body some rest.
Side note: we saw some cute guys in and around my apartment building these past couple of days. Sure, just as I’m moving out…
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You might want to check out Freecycle.org to get that sofabed out of your life. I’m sure there’s a D.C. group and someone that wants to take that off your hands. 🙂
feeling moved
While the rest of the DC area was enjoying the gorgeous warm weather, driving out to the mountains to see the peak autumn foliage, attending Halloween parties, or taking part in the Marine Corps Marathon this past weekend, Jeff and…