A New Home

We finally finished loading all of our belongings onto the moving truck on Saturday morning after having spent all of Friday doing the same. Before embarking on our 4 hour trip we said goodbye to our landlord. She was sad to see us leave and expressed her concern with finding renters who would be respectful & quiet.

Each of us in our separate vehicles, we set out on the road. Driving a moving truck for more than 200 miles is a pretty mundane task. I didn’t have cruise control so I always had to be checking my speed to make sure I wasn’t driving too fast or too slow. The cab was cramped and it wasn’t until after we had dropped the truck off again that I realized that the seat reclined.

Upon arriving at our new home we met with our new landlord to sign our lease and learn about the rules of the building. I’ve lived in apartment complexes before so much of it I already knew. I began to miss the intimacy of living in my other apartment where I felt special. I was a person instead of a number like I am here. I’m apartment 302 in building…I forgot the number already. I’ll adjust.

We began unloading the truck and soon realized that it was going to be a huge chore. You may have noticed that my apartment number is 302. That means the third floor. Each trip required us to go up 32 stairs, and back. A couple of trips up and down and I was already sweating. After climbing the stairs all day, I was exhausted. We were able to unload the majority of our things the first day, but left some for the next morning.

While taking a break to catch our breath I asked my girlfriend whether she thought she owned her Stuff or if after having had to move it all around for the past 3 days she realized now that it actually owned her. Breathlessly she proclaimed that it owned her. I couldn’t agree more.