Yes, you heard right. My move is complete. It involved bathing cats, and shoving mattresses into the back of a Buick Enclave at 1am on Fell in the Lower Haight, and way too much McDonald’s as the only form of sustenance quick enough to be feasible. It caused me to miss out on the gym for two months straight (that’s my excuse, anyway) and more back and knee aches than I’d care to recount. And that’s just the non-financial toll of the experience.
As some background, Boyfriend and I decided to move in together. We’d been talking about it in hypotheticals for the past few months, and weren’t really planning on getting serious until closer to summer’s end. San Francisco’s rental market being what it is though, once we found a place we liked, we decided to move on it rather than risk not finding something comparable a few months down the road. We got the keys on April 25, and both of us managed to make arrangements to be out of our separate living spaces by the end of May. In between, there were copious car and truck rentals, a trip to Austin, TX, lots of furniture setup, and a few nights spent sleeping on couch cushions. Austin trip aside, the past five weeks of my life have been almost solely devoted to paring down my belongings to next to nothing, deciding what I really could and couldn’t live without, and transporting things over to the new place little by little. I’ve spent so much damn time moving, I hardly know what freedom even is anymore (which is probably why, on Boyfriend’s return business trip to Texas this week, I decided to pack my week to the hilt; and then, naturally, MUNI decided to go on a god-damn not-strike).
So, without further ado, here are seven things I plan to do now that I no longer have to move (that I honest-to-god didn’t have time for last month).
P.S. Yes, this is a new layout that is intentionally minimalist. No, I may not be keeping it. I’m a fickle creature. And so it goes…