Note to self: don’t drink caffeinated soda late at night, particularly when you don’t do it very often. I was up at 5:30 in the morning, wired from last night’s carbs and caffeine; I opted to stay in a nearby Days Inn due to my bed not having been moved. I watched an episode of F is For Family on Netflix and a movie on my iPad called The Assistant, which does a great job of exploring power dynamics in the corporate space.
The movers came at around 10. They did a great job, but sadly, my couch was too bulky to fit in the door, and every time they tried to angle it in, it hit the opposite wall in the tiny hallway. That’s the downside of urban living. I went through the grieving process pretty quickly; sadly, I’ll have to fork down some funds for a new couch. Oh well, we had a good 10-year run. After the movers got done, it was time for me to unpack. The next few hours passed in a blur as I set up my bed and bedroom closet. I took a dinner break at around 7 with some Pad Thai (first time I ever had Thai delivered). At this time, the cable people came; it’s all self-installation due to the COVID, but he did hook the Internet up. And I managed to stupidly throw away a piece of glass that functioned as a holder for the TV (don’t ask), so it was pointless to do cable. The fun of solo moving. But I got Internet hooked up; once I finished the bedroom, I decided to call it a night.
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I slept quite well last night and woke at around 8. After putting some final bubble wraps on items, I was met by the movers’ 10:30 arrival. As they loaded all my furniture into their truck, things became surreal as the apartment no longer felt like mine. I talked with Damien, the driver, who found a card from Magic: The Gathering, which my brother must have left during his visit last summer. He indicated he used to play, but having kids put a damper on that. I thought, I’m glad I’m free to make this move.
I can’t stand I-95; it’s always congested, and the only thing to look at is trees. I also get a bit tepid about city driving, so I was on edge. That is, until I actually hit DC. Once I got off 395, I was met with a beautiful urban landscape, along with a view of the Lincoln Memorial as I crossed the Arlington Memorial Bridge. Rock Creek Parkway is a beautiful drive, and when I hit Connecticut Avenue, I knew I was home. Just a long street of cool restaurants and shops. I’m in love with my apartment building. Apparent solo dwellers abound. My space is a little smaller than my previous apartment, but I guess that’s the trade-off in urban living. Chester and I will adjust. I was pretty wiped out after I unloaded my car. I park in an underground garage, and take an elevator up to the fourth floor. A little more of a trip than my simple parking spot-to-door route. For some reason, I crave pizza after doing physical labor. So I found a place, the Italian Pizza Kitchen, and devoured a personal Italian pizza (sausage, bacon, onions, green peppers) and a cannoli. Since the movers wouldn’t be making it until the next day, I checked into a nearby Days Inn. I got an e-mail from the Provost at my new school welcoming us as faculty, which wired me for the night. I fell asleep quickly but was up at 4:30 this morning. It’s gonna be a long day for sure! |
AuthorMy name is Craig. I'm an educator, writer, and unapologetic singleton. When not reading, writing, or teaching, I enjoy hiking, running, watching movies, going to concerts, spending time with friends, and playing with my cat/son, Chester. Archives
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