We're Never Moving Again

The move out is complete. We've turned over the keys to our old apartment. It's much cleaner than when we moved into it, and we even changed the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom that we hadn't bothered to change for ourselves.

The move in is less complete. There are still no pictures because I haven't dug out the camera and the computer isn't assembled. The apartment is almost at the peak of chaos- where things are coming out of boxes and the mess just kebveps getting bigger. In the next few days I hope the mess will begin to shrink. It takes so long to unpack because we have to think of where to put things: where's the best place to put our cereal? Which wall should we put the big clock on? Which painting goes above the mantle? How are we going to make due with only one towel rack? The decisions are endless.

I had a list of things that we had lost in the previous move that I was hoping to rediscover as we packed. We've now spotted the things on the list, but I'm sure that we will have misplaced more stuff in this move. Things recently found include my teeth whitening kit, a wireless router, a stainless steel vegetable brush, and a couple of specific books. I also found about fifty hair elastics, which I can't exactly blame Nick for.

Nick definitely did more than half the work. I don't think that the labor would have been divided equally anyway, but Nick wouldn't let me carry anything heavy or stay on my feet too long. If we ever move again, which at this point I'm saying is never, I really want full-service movers who come and pack your stuff for you. That's not likely to happen, so I hope that it's far enough in the future that we've forgotten how troublesome it is to move.