The apartment that Fiancee S. and I have been sharing for the last 2+ months has been a mess. Now, it's not like Fiancee S. or myself are slobs; we're not neat freaks who test the tops of doorways with white gloves, but, we weren't raised in barns either. No, the problem has been just related to the move in together and the integration required to turn two households into one.
Without going into too many personal details, Fiancee S. turned up with pretty much a houseful of personal goods when she moved in. She brought with her a full kitchens worth of housewares and sundries, a bedroom set, and various bits random furniture. It's taken a significant amount of time to just sort through everything at hand (hers and mine) to see what we want to keep at hand, throw out, and store.
Me, I've contributed to the problem by being something of a pack rat... in particular with boxes. Too many years of moving from place to place in my college and grad school days taught me to recognize the value of hanging on to original packaging. Living by myself in the apartment that we now share allowed this tendency to grow wild. Some boxes that I really shouldn't care about got saved, because well, I could afford to save all of them.
On Saturday, we took a major step toward sorting all of this out. We rented a truck and some storage space, and, we finally moved everything that we're keeping "off site" into long term storage. This is the first time our apartment has been empty of boxes of stuff to empty, fill, or move since June.
Saturday was an absolutely AWFUL day to move stuff. It was sunny and HOT. Tempers flared at a few different points. There was a great deal of rushing about, and frustrations because the pile of boxes was too big or unwieldy, the truck used to carry them was large and unfamiliar, the amount of time to fill out forms was interminable, the few bits of furniture we had to move were too heavy, or the schedule we had to keep made it difficult to eat or properly hydrate ourselves.
Fortunately, all ended rather well. Yes, we were tired, sore, and dehydrated, but, it all got done without loss of life, limb, or property. Most importantly, Fiancee S. and I still like each other and will still be getting married.
And now? Now I get to go home to an apartment with a dining area that I can actually use for its intended purpose and not simply as a clearinghouse for stuff that needs to be elsewhere. I also return to an apartment that looks like adults live there... I get to feel like a grown up again.
That's nice... at least until a "final" set of boxes arrive... but that is another story for another day.
on 2003-09-15 at 2:22 p.m.
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