divine angst

Our house is empty.

I just finished a necessary vodka tonic.

The box maze in our apartment is sort of remarkable. I’ll see if I can post a picture tomorrow.

Today was Day 3 of the move, sort of. We sort of started on Friday, so today could be Day 4, but we didn’t do much on Friday, so Saturday was really Day 1, and…well, whatever. Point being that, today, I did not go to work because I was so exhausted and sore and weary—yet I still ended up doing work. Had to let the carpet cleaners into the condo, had to clean the kitchen and refrigerator, and had to remove a few last items to our new place.

And we’re STILL NOT DONE. We have a mirror, the ironing board, a drying rack, my poor plants—which are barely surviving—and Old Smokey, the electric smoker, sitting on the back patio. And breakfast sausage and puff pastry in the freezer, yet to be reclaimed. Oops. I missed those.

I am SO ready to be DONE. But even after tonight we STILL won’t be DONE. We have to rent a storage unit for several items that won’t fit in our new apartment—the giant box for the TV (which we are KEEPING, as it is SO USEFUL for moving)—our Christmas stuff, various other boxes of things we won’t need this summer (sweaters, ski stuff), and our dining room table. Yes, that is how small this place is. ONE closet in the whole apartment. If that doesn’t wreck our marriage this summer, nothing will. (Yes, I am joking. Our marriage is FINE, rock solid, but golly that closet is going to be TRYING. I might be weaned of my clotheshorse ways because of it.)

Oy. So that’s the day from my end. I have bruises in places I didn’t know you could get bruises—on my instep, for instance. How did I get a bruise there? And I have the most sore shoulders and back EVER. Sheesh, I’m a mess. The big bruise on my left wrist also just happens to be about the size of Mr. Angst’s thumb. Great. Now I’ll get all kinds of wondering looks at work.

That’s your daily update from me. See you tomorrow.

If the hell of the last two days was good for only one thing, it was this:

We are so much better prepared for moving cross-country now than we would have been had we stayed in our house till the end of the summer. This whole process has royally sucked, but we have been forced to whittle our belongings down to the bare minimum that will fit in this apartment, and we’ll probably continue to pare down over the summer.

There. Was that perky enough? No? Too bad.