We're baaaaaaack. The new apartment was inspected last Tuesday, okayed between then and last Thursday, and we began moving stuff that same night (thanks to Mrs. Dave's brilliant idea of hiring a couple of local kids to help with the move). The movers hit our place like a human-sized ant swarm, tossing our stuff into their truck in an hour-forty-five, and depositing it in the new digs in less than an hour. They descended upon us at 7:45 and were gone well before 11. I guess never unpacking half your shit has its advantages. Of course, you have to unpack it all again eventually, but I'm just glad we didn't have to move multiple times before ending back up a floor lower than we started.
The place is good but not quite finished - there's a lot more stuff to be done in the rest of the building so we have to put up with stuff like no bathroom shelving, a mirror taped (TAPED!) to the wall in the bathroom, no closet rods (yes, we're living out of wardrobe boxes), and dust and crap all over the (new bamboo) floor from the contractors walking all over the place. Oh, and the brand new washer/dryer we got? Broken. And the student washer in the basement that eats quarters like they're Hershey's miniatures? Also broken. My sense of smell from taking repeated whiffs of our stanky-ass old laundry? Yup, broken.
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