I’m moving. Again.
This building has been in the throes of a remodeling since roughly the 3rd century BCE. I knew this work would be starting when I moved here in April 2007, which coincided with my midnight-to-08:00 work schedule and what would become mostly futile attempts at sleeping during daylight hours because it turns out that the noises made by hammers and saws and paint sprayers do not function as soporifics.
So I am moving this month. This is (conservatively) the 98th time I’ve moved in my life, and the 18th time I’ve moved more than once in less than a year.
Bonus, however: I am moving from my ground-floor unrenovated apartment to a remodeled 4th-floor apartment in this same building. I’ll have a different floor plan and a better city view, which will rock at night with the vista of thousands of construction cranes’ anti-collision lights blinking merrily back at me.
This move covers a distance of roughly 150 feet, 40 of them vertical. No outdoors, no rental truck required with the silly mileage calculations and the obtuse rental agents and the rental “day” which is actually only 8 hours, but non-consecutively, two hours now and 45 minutes in 3 hours and the remaining time in the final hour before the rental location closes, and if you have the truck back 0.01 seconds late, you’re charged another full day, but this one an actual day because your late return of the truck might inconvenience their ability to overcharge the next poor fool who rents a truck.
No, this move is all loading a box or two, up the stairs and/or elevator, down the hall to the new apartment to empty the box, down the stairs/elevator. Lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually it will be time to move the furniture, and we’ll probably curse and moan and drink a lot like we did when I moved here because my sofa is about a ten-thousandth of a millimeter too long to fit around the corner from the hallway to the living room and we have to remove one set of sofa legs to get the damned thing out of here.
Though because this apartment will be renovated after I leave, we may just ram the sofa directly through the kitchen wall into the corridor and be done with it.
That’ll teach them to put corners in their apartments.
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Posted by: Nancy | Tuesday, January 08, 2008 at 19:00