Monday, July 1, 2013

Moved!

After a month of being in the married-but-not-feeling-it limbo, we’re moved!

June was hectic to say the least. Returning home after the wedding, packing for (and enjoying) our honeymoon, returning to work for a week only to then packing and move to new apartment- phwew. It felt amazing last night (in our half-furnished, messy apartment) to sit down and breathe. And, it feels real, not like Tom’s spending the night at my apartment. The old place has only felt like that. My place. Now we live in our place.

So, this weekend has flown by with some interesting realizations.
  1. I am marrying a man who can navigate IKEA without panic attacks, with a purpose, and amazing packing skills! That utility van was FULL. We furnished our entire apartment that day, in one shot. And without his heavy lifting, I would we would be eating off a milk crate, and sleeping on an air mattress.
  2. Animal slippers are terrifying when discovered on fire escapes. See?
  3. Dora loved the roach she found. Tom had to wrestle it away from her, to finally flush it to it’s new home. (NYC building are crazy old, and even the cleanest ones will have them, especially if the neighbors in the next building are less than clean). 
  4. Roaches can survive the toilet. We did research, since Tom refuses to hurt even a bug, but finally accepted the flushing will leave him unharmed. Youtube research: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8_N-xjytcU
  5. Tom found his 'toy box' and decided to sit down and play. And then jumped back up and played laser tag with me. 
I know, perhaps you could've dealt without the roach information, but it's good to know! Never expect to move to a city with old buildings and not see bugs. I've seen so many ones that never existed in the country since moving to NYC. I never even saw a roach until moving here, so that's something to consider.

Will officially start keeping this up, now that I have actual things to talk about. 


Fueling up, Ikea's restaurant

10am

2pm

Dude biking his loot home

AHH! Oh, slipper.








I moved in with a 10 year old boy
Tom and his dad- bonding over really confusing instructions.

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