the move: hello wellington

A team of four movers arrived at 10am this morning to relocate me from one apartment to another. The crew consisted of Oscar, the quiet European, a Mexican version of Abraham Lincoln and Edwardo, who coincidently enough moved me into Hawthorne exactly one year earlier. It took this stealthy crew a mere two hours to get me from point A to point B.

As the mountains of boxes stacked up in the new apartment I began to panic that it just might not all fit, and considered just throwing out entire boxes rather than going through the pain of unpacking them. But I've found that hands down, unpacking is far easier than packing.

In the seven hours I've been in the new place I've managed to unpack all but 3 boxes, and could probably get to those if I had just a sliver of motivation left. But overall it's beginning to take shape and I can't help but feel the excitement of just being here.

The building itself features delightfully tacky floral printed carpeting in the hallways and a wall of fun house mirrors in the lobby. The decorative molding throughout the apartment itself makes me deliriously giddy with its sophisticated charm, and I can't help but wonder if my apartment suspects that it's better suited for someone far more cosmopolitan than a product of blue-collar America. New apartment, do you know that I come from a home that had brown shag carpeting and mismatched furniture?

And finally, the feature that sold me on this place: the roof top deck.



I promise to be good to you and love you for at least a year (as required by my legally binding lease). We'll regroup and evaluate our relationship this time next year.

PS - Thank you unsecured network "linksys" for your excellent signal strength and disregard for passwords.