The trick is up. The shows over. It’s time to move.
Last night, Jenny and I went out to Serendipity in Georgetown for her birthday (frozen hot chocolate is AMAZING) and then came back to Navy Yard to eat cake with my roommate and his girlfriend on the roof.
It was a very weird experience. All four of us have rapidly changing lives at the moment, which is made all the more apparent every time I walk into my apartment and am greeted with stacks of boxes instead of dinner on the stove and Seinfeld on the TV. Sitting on the roof, like we haven’t done since the early days in the that apartment, was surreal. It was the second time in the past week that I’ve sat there with some of my closest friends, looking out at DC and saying goodbye (to the city, not the friends, dummies). The good news is that I’ll be saying ‘Hello” to a bunch of new things very soon.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll be rising bright and early to load up my dad’s van with all of my stuff. The amount of crap that I own has expanded significantly this year, so we’ll be playing an impromptu game of Tetris with my stuff in an effort to make it all fit.
In a classic example of the “Why me?” scenarios that sometimes define my life, tomorrow is supposed to mark the return of 100+ degree weather, and old apartments don’t have central air. Such is life. Without a car in Baltimore, it’s going to be an interesting scramble to acquire an AC unit, some rugs, and the other random odds and ends that you never knew you didn’t have…which reminds me, I need to find a microwave.
In preparing for this move, I’ve noticed an emotional trend that arises when it comes time for my annual moves. It goes like this:
4 months in advance – ‘Ahhhhh, why is my rent going up/the school year ending/graduation happening. I don’t want to move’
3 months in advance – ‘You know, I should probably look for a new apartment. Nahhh, I’ve got time’
2 months in advance – ‘WHY ARE ALL THE GOOD PLACES GONE. STRESS STRESS STRESS’, followed by finding the first available place and settling for it.
1 month in advance – ‘This move is going to suck, but I’m pretty excited for all of the positive changes’
3 weeks in advance – ‘I wonder when a good time to pack is. Not now!’
2 weeks in advance – ‘Actually I own a lot of stuff. I should start packing now’
1 week in advance – ‘What do you mean 10 boxes wasn’t enough?’
6 days – ‘I should pack some more things. But not the TV, I need that. Or the video games. Or the computer. Or the clothes. Or the shoes. Or…..’
5 days – ‘WHAT AM I DOING I NEED TO PACK ALL OF THAT STUFF’
4 days – ‘I don’t want to leave’
3 days – ‘I reallllllly don’t want to leave’
2 days – ‘I HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES OF ALL THE WALLS TO REMEMBER THIS PLACE BY’
1 days – ‘Maybe if I just go to sleep, I’ll wake up and either have a renewed lease or find all my stuff already moved for me’
Moving day – ‘FML’
Day after – It’s not even worth saying anything, because no one will hear you from behind a 10 foot wall of boxes.
That is all. Wish me luck!