Furniture Moving Party

Not the best photo, but you get the idea. For some reason, the whole right side of the photo gets cut off, so click on it to see the whole thing.

furniture moving party


Moving House

It’s very odd to wake up in a room with sliding French doors having slept on my mattress on the floor and surrounded on one side by my desk and bed headboard and on the other side by a bureau. And then piles of boxes and drawers and books strewn most everywhere else in this room and around the apartment.

Strange but not necessarily a bad thing.

I slowly migrated things to the new place over the past two weeks since it was a block-and-a-half away from my old place. The idea was that everything would essentially be in place in time for my furniture moving party last night.

That, of course, wasn’t exactly the case and things in the new place are a little less organised than I would have hoped. But reorganisation is always a good thing and I need to force myself 1) seriously to organise my stuff this time by actually unpacking everything (including things that haven’t been unpacked since I moved into the old apartment a year and a half ago) and 2) seriously to slim down what I own because a lot of what got moved is junk that I don’t need–if I hadn’t unpacked in the old place why, really, do I need it? Some of it has sentimental value, yes, but I need to conquer and defeat my packrat genes.

Otherwise, the new place is quite fabulous. I’ve moved in with a couple of good friends and the place is huge and spacious and will feel quite comfortable, I’m sure, once my room and the living room are cleared of stuff and the kitchen is sorted out and put back together.

I plied my friend with the promise of home-made pizza and beer and was able to sweeten the deal a bit because one of my new roommate’s brothers brought some home-made beer. I kept thanking them all profusely and they all mostly shrugged it off. As one of them pointed out, not only is it a karma thing–everyone has to move at some point–but it’s also a lot easier to move other people’s stuff than your own. I guess it’s a matter of not having any real attachment to the stuff that you’re moving. It just needs to get from point A to point B.

And the move itself went really well. It was a lot easier than I’d figured for in my head (but I always expect mostly the worse). Given that it was so short, the plan was essentially to carry everything down the street. This was aided by a couple of dollies loaned by a friend which meant that we could wheel everything down the street. It was impeded somewhat by the threatening rain which mostly just misted and drizzled until we were almost done. Only the couch really got caught in the rain but not too badly.

All in all, it was about 3 hours of active moving on the team’s part (one of my roommates and I had gotten an earlier start moving smaller stuff) and then we sat down to some yummy pizza (which I didn’t really do much for other than get the sauce started and direct what went where. Bit of a slacker I am, I didn’t even make the dough but got it from a local bakery) and home-made beer.

One of my friends, as he was leaving, jokingly told me not to move again anytime soon. I told him he’d have at least the summer to recuperate. It seems reasonable for me to think about getting out of town by fall. I fear that if I stay past that, it’s not going to make much sense to try to move across country until this time or so next year. And I don’t think I can deal with another winter in Maine. It’s not the weather. It’s just everything else. I need to get out of here, I just have to figure out where I want to go and what I want to do. You know, minor things like that.

49 days until my Portland/Denver vacation and two weeks until my (potential) weekend in New York. Wee!

Stollen from the Sassy one

– Put your music player on shuffle.
– Press forward for each question.
– Use the song title as the answer to the question even if they don’t make sense.
How am I feeling today? ‘My Best Friend’ – Tim McGraw
Will I get far in life? ‘Train in Vain (Stand by Me)’ – The Clash
How do my friends see me? ‘Greensleeves’ – Vince Guaraldi Trio (from the Charlie Brown Christmas album)
Where will I get married? ‘Proving You Wrong’ – Keb’ Mo’
What is my best friend’s theme song? ‘Free to Go’ – Folk Implosion
What is the story of my life? ‘Look Sharp!’ – Joe Jackson (ha! this kind of feels right)
What is/was high school like? ‘Dinner At Eight’ – Rufus Wainwright (this one also kind of feels right: a song about subtle angst and confronting your past demons)
How can I get ahead in life? ‘Be True to Your School’ – The Beach Boys (um…)
What is the best thing about me? ‘Let’s Talk About Sex’ – Salt-N-Pepa (no comment)
What is today going to be like? ‘Hitler’s Brother’ – Paula Cole (there’s a good one for Easter)
What is in store for this weekend? ‘Say When’ – Lonestar
What song describes my parents? ‘Is It Okay If I Call You Mine?’ – Paul McCrane, from Fame (hm. this feels right in an odd way: ‘Is it okay if I call you mine? Just for a time? And I will be fine if I know that you know that I’m wanting needing your love.’)
To describe my grandparents? ‘Echoes of Harlem’ – Duke Ellington (my father’s parents did grow up in NYC, but I’m pretty sure not Harlem)
How is my life going? ‘Tara’s Theme’ from Gone With the Wind (I’m not sure I like this…)
What song will they play at my funeral? ‘Girls and Boys’ – Blur (aw yeah!)
How does the world see me? ‘Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin” – Michael Jackson
Will I have a happy life? ‘Ungayoni Into Enhle (Destroy Not This Beauty)’ – Ladysmith Black Mambazo
Do people secretly lust after me? ‘If This Is It’ – Huey Lewis and the News (erm? Yes? No? Maybe?)
How can I make myself happy? ‘Baba’ – Alanis Morissette (So, either I should start my own religion or become a priest…?)
What should I do with my life? ‘Man In the Mirror’ – Michael Jackson (not a very good shuffle, is it?)
Will I ever have children? ‘Mauvais Sang’ – Khaled (erm… ‘Mauvais Sang’ = ‘Bad Blood’)
What is some good advice for me? ‘I Live For You’ – Marvin Gaye
How will I be remembered? ‘Hard Habit to Break’ – Chicago
What is my signature dancing song? ‘Sexy Boy’ – Air (okay, I kind of cheated on this one because the first song that came up was ‘I’m the Man Who Loves You’ by Wilco, which, although a good song, is not a song I’d want as my signature dance song, especially if I could have this one instead
What is my current theme song? ‘The Bad Touch’ – The Bloodhoung Gang (well, it IS spring…though there’s been no bad touching for me in quite a while…)
What does everyone else think my current theme song is? ‘Waterloo’ – Abba (erm. sort of not really.)
What type of men/women do you like? ‘The Stranger’ – Billy Joel (great. so I’m doomed to continue to date people who can’t open up?)

Note to self…

Don’t ever date a psych student or someone who has a degree in psychology. Ever again.

I’m 0 for 2 on that particular approach to dating.

They will be able to tell you all of your problems, completely deny or refuse to talk about theirs and, after the break up, so much of what they say will sound so good in the moment. But then you’ll actually think about what they’ve said and realise that they’ve not really said much of anything, never mind actually saying or demonstrating a commitment to moving the two of you past the breakup and towards some kind of friendship.