The dishes are done, man

After a full week of moving, one car-load at a time, I'm finally done! Well, done enough. There are still a few things left at the old place, but nothing necessary for living, so last night was my first in the new place. I haven't organized my stuff yet, but at least it's there, which was the hard part.

This process has taught me a valuable lesson. Hire movers. It's worth the cost. At my old place, I had the ideal location for living: top floor, middle of the complex...the quietest spot you could find. No foot traffic, car alarms, garbage trucks...barely a hint of the trains. But what made it great for living made it horrendous for moving. Three flights of stairs to navigate, and no nearby parking. It would take me an hour to load up the car with stuff that took five minutes to unload at the new place, where I could park right next to the door on the first floor. And because it took so long just to get to my car, I'd load up my body with as much as I could possibly carry (three boxes, two backpacks, and some bundles balanced on my head), whereas I could unload a box at a time no problem.

Anyway, now that that's done, it's time to relax on a beach for a few days, watch some movies, get some reading done, and eat some good food. Perhaps a scenic hike if my legs allow. Whoever decided to give us a four-day weekend...thank you! It could not have come at a better time.