The Load Out

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They’re the first to come and the last to leave . . .
But when that last guitar’s been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

— Jackson Browne, The Load Out

Last Wednesday night, my apartment looked like this:



(Sorry for the quality – these are from my phone because my camera was packed!)

At nine Thursday morning, movers showed up, packed up the truck, and hauled all my worldly possessions four blocks to the two-bedroom townhome-style apartment that David and I will share officially as of this Saturday!  That’s the big news I alluded to in the last post, and it’s really exciting!  We’ve been talking about moving in together literally as long as we’ve been together, and David’s lease is up this month, so we figured out a way to make it work, even though my lease wasn’t up til August.

I guess it might seem silly to hire movers to move four blocks, but we couldn’t move this past weekend because we had to be out of town, and they wouldn’t hold the apartment for us an extra week, so I had to move during the week.  That meant no one could help – even David had to work – and I have some large furniture that I definitely couldn’t have moved on my own.  Plus, with movers, it took one trip instead of the 10 or so it might have taken me on my own.  It was totally worth it, and I’d be surprised if I ever move on my own again, it was that easy.  If you need to move in the D.C. area, let me know and I’ll give you the name of the company I used – they were great!

We move David this weekend, and we should have plenty of help – Karen and my brother are coming up and we’ll have a couple of local friends to pitch in as well.  David has less stuff than me, and less big stuff (except for his giant TV and his bed), and we plan to move batches of stuff over this week so hopefully it won’t take too long on Saturday.

The new place is both good and bad.  A lot of what I don’t like is just the change from what I lived in for so long, and we all know I don’t do change well.  Like, there’s no room for the salt and pepper on the back of the stove – which is just where it goes – in the new place because the microwave is much lower over the stove.  And the apartment isn’t renovated, so the appliances are older and smaller than the ones I had and the microwave doesn’t have a turntable.  Lucky for me, they make a thing called a Micro Go Round.  And there’s not enough cabinet space in the kitchen.  But is there ever in an apartment?

But I love that it’s two bedrooms, and we have ceiling fans in the bedrooms, and the guest bedroom has a big window seat, and parking is way better at the new place than it was at my old place, even though it’s in the same complex – we’ve never had any trouble parking, even late at night.

But the best part of it, of course, is that it’s ours.  Mine and David’s.  And this is just the beginning.


5 thoughts on “The Load Out

  1. Thanks, you guys! But I feel like I’ve been packing forever since I’m helping David pack this week. And the only stuff unpacked at the new place is the kitchen, and that’s not even done yet. Ugh.

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