And we’re packing, we’re packing…
Lee and I got to spend the evening upstairs in the hot muggy attic going through the remaining boxes for our move Monday. It sounds worse than it was though, because we also got to do that fun couple thing where you come across some relic of your life/relationship/family and share the details with your S.O.
Lee found the “coffee cup he swiped from his job at Louisville Public Library, back in the day when there was only one area code in Denver”. I found the jewelry box “of Doom”, the one he handed to me upon returning from a business trip right after we had moved in together, making me think he was proposing and causing me to have the fight or flight response. We both found the myriad of odd things you end up keeping during a major move, such as all the magnets from our refrigerator.
It was a fun and cozy evening. We ended the work with an hour watching Comedy Central, seeing Mr. Vargus Mason on HBO was pretty darn cool, I must say. We laughed in between yawns, because midnight is late for us baby having old people.
Tomorrow is the Yard Sale From Hell, to be followed by the Move of Ickiness. However, when it is all over, we will live in the house we love, far away from soul sucking Red Bank and our soulless landlords. We will be renting from people we get along with and trust. Things will be better.
Until then, we’re packing.