I feel it's only fair to update on my rowdy hotel compadres from last week. Apparently they were members of some sort of football team, and at 11:30 their coaches went door to door, confirmed that everyone was accounted for, took all electronics, and announced lights out. By 11:37 you could hear a pin drop. I slept the sleep of angels and woke up more well rested than I've been in weeks.
Which was good because Matt and I moved the next day.
On Friday, we lived here.
And now, we live here.
Matt and I spent the past year living about thirty minutes away from the town where we grew up, which to most people probably isn't a big deal but to us, it was. We moved there last January because it was closer to our offices at the time, but now we both have new jobs. I work from home a lot and Matt takes the train into the city, so basically our only location requirement was that we live near a train station. Our lease was up so we decided to move back because, in the wise words of Bon Jovi, who says you can't go home?
(Except for my dad. My dad says we can't go home. Which is why we're living in an apartment exactly 1.4 miles from my parents' house and not in their guest bedroom.)
So far, it's been a good decision. My brother and his wife live in the same apartment complex, and they helped us move on Saturday. My parents came to help too, and they brought hoagies for lunch and the leftovers fed us straight through until yesterday. Matt's dad came by on Saturday afternoon, a friend stopped over tonight, I saw three people I knew while food shopping on Sunday and I ran into Matt's best friend at WalMart on Sunday night. Last night we ate dinner at Matt's parents' house and my friend Stacy and I have big plans to resume regular "exercise" in the form of mall walking.
All that to say, I AM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK.
Matt and I unpacked until we literally fell into bed on Saturday night. I was determined to get every single box unpacked that night but we were totally exhausted and I honestly cannot even remember anything after about 7:00 p.m.
We had a baptism on Sunday, but when we got back from church Matt said, "Okay, I'm going to go into the bedroom for one hour. And when I come out, everything in there will be unpacked." And sure enough, one hour and a lot of Italian opera music later (I don't even know), the bedroom was done. I finished up the kitchen and living room, and then we trimmed the Christmas tree and kicked back on the couch and admired our handiwork and listened to Christmas music and watched the yule log on TV. It was very cozy and lovely.
However, the mood turned serious when we decided to go to bed and Matt looked at me and said, "Okay, now I think we should just have a quick meeting about what we are going to do in the event of an emergency. If there's a fire, we will obviously try to make it down the stairs. If the stairs are blocked, we will go out on the balcony and climb down. It won't be easy but we can do it. I'll be there to help you."
Nothing like ending the weekend on a high note.
Speaking of high notes, last night we went shopping for a new bedroom set. We currently sleep in the bed Matt bought when he moved into a house in the city with some buddies a few years ago. His bedroom was in the attic and the slanted ceilings were too low for him to get a normal bed, so instead he got a bed that's just about eight inches off the ground. So when I said a few paragraphs above that we fell into bed, I meant that literally.
In fact, one of the guys Matt lived with in that house came over tonight for the grand tour of our new place and he said to Matt, "Dude. I totally forgot how low that bed actually was."
We hoped to get the bedroom set before we moved but then somebody had to get custom made orthotics that weren't covered by insurance. And do you know what custom made orthotics are? I mean, besides trendy and youthful and sophisticated?
Expensive. So the bed purchase was postponed a few weeks but THE TIME HAS COME.
As we looked around the furniture store last night I said, "I wonder if they will offer us a deal."
Matt whispered, "Well, you might not know this but I am the KING of deals."
You learn something new every day.
In the end we didn't get anything because, in an unprecedented turn of events, we could not get anyone to help us. Usually furniture store salespeople are all over you like white on rice, but that was not the case last night. They were sitting behind the desk in the back playing games on their cell phones and watching TV and completely ignoring us. Matt was especially disappointed because he was wearing his dressy work duds, which he thought would indicate to the salespeople that he was just made of money and they'd be clamoring to assist us.
So we took one last loop around the store as Matt proclaimed, "I came in here tonight to buy a bedroom set. I was going to spend some real money in here tonight if only someone would help me," but his efforts were in vain.
We aren't giving up though. We plan to hit the ground running (or more realistically, walking) again tomorrow. And we're in this for the long haul.
I do have new orthotics after all.