Movin' On Up
So I moved out of my apartment. Very quickly. I got a lead on a (good) job on Friday, and they told me if I wanted it, I would have to be out there by the 20th, so instead of wasting the money on another month's rent, we packed up and moved out. We are still in Williamsburg though--Matt is finishing out the week at work and I am staying with him to get a few last things done. So officially, we have moved from shitty apartment to shitty hotel. Very, very sad. However, it is progress.
So now we are trying to secure loan money to put the security deposit down on our new place in Berkeley, and we are getting ready to go. Hence the new name of the ole blog. Let me know if you, my little croquembouche, have any other ideas that might not be so long and wordy.
So I spent my Fourth of July packing up my shit, of which there was a lot, let me tell you. I have somehow acquired a huge, huge amount of stuff. Matt rented us this storage building to put it all in before we leave, and I'm thinking that we will have plenty of room, but as it turns out, the building is packed. Totally. And this is without all the new furniture that my dad bought us. It is amazing how much stuff one accrues in a life. I could go all philosophical here, but I won't, as I am much, much too tired. But to finish out my Fourth of July thing I will say this--we packed, then we went to Nawab, which was weird, because seriously, it should be a crime to eat Indian food on the Fourth. And then we went to see the fireworks in the Sunken Gardens, which was lovely I might add.
I will end by saying this: I am going to miss this place, believe it or not. I cried like a baby when locking up my shitty apartment this morning, which, for anyone who has seen it, should shock and awe. And last night Matt and I walked around campus for a while after the fireworks, and I just felt like the air had been let out of me. This school is where I graduated from. This is where I lived for the first time on my own. This is where I got married. It's going to be hard to leave when it comes right down to it.
But I will go. I really am totally exhausted--we started packing on Friday night, and didn't stop until this morning, so I have reason to be. I am going to literally haunt Swem for the next few days, as I don't want to sit around the shitty hotel room all day. So, book in tow, I go off once again to find a quiet place to sleep.
So now we are trying to secure loan money to put the security deposit down on our new place in Berkeley, and we are getting ready to go. Hence the new name of the ole blog. Let me know if you, my little croquembouche, have any other ideas that might not be so long and wordy.
So I spent my Fourth of July packing up my shit, of which there was a lot, let me tell you. I have somehow acquired a huge, huge amount of stuff. Matt rented us this storage building to put it all in before we leave, and I'm thinking that we will have plenty of room, but as it turns out, the building is packed. Totally. And this is without all the new furniture that my dad bought us. It is amazing how much stuff one accrues in a life. I could go all philosophical here, but I won't, as I am much, much too tired. But to finish out my Fourth of July thing I will say this--we packed, then we went to Nawab, which was weird, because seriously, it should be a crime to eat Indian food on the Fourth. And then we went to see the fireworks in the Sunken Gardens, which was lovely I might add.
I will end by saying this: I am going to miss this place, believe it or not. I cried like a baby when locking up my shitty apartment this morning, which, for anyone who has seen it, should shock and awe. And last night Matt and I walked around campus for a while after the fireworks, and I just felt like the air had been let out of me. This school is where I graduated from. This is where I lived for the first time on my own. This is where I got married. It's going to be hard to leave when it comes right down to it.
But I will go. I really am totally exhausted--we started packing on Friday night, and didn't stop until this morning, so I have reason to be. I am going to literally haunt Swem for the next few days, as I don't want to sit around the shitty hotel room all day. So, book in tow, I go off once again to find a quiet place to sleep.
posted by Southern Belle at 9:26 AM
3 Comments:
oh sad, Morgan is leaving. I guess I just didn't want to believe it. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo!!!!!! Morgan, don't leave me! I can't live without your wit and endless Britney Spears references. My life will cease amusement. I will become a Star Trek geek.....OH DEAR GOD, NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Have fun in CA if I don't get to see you before you leave (though I would LOVE to see you before you go!)
-Katie
Oh, my lovely lovepot,
I will see you before I leave. I will stop by the atrocious hole in the wall BAM if I have to, just to see your lovely face.
But what's more important, I won't stop updating this thingie, no matter where I go. Actually, given that I'll be sitting at a computer all day (and actually getting paid for it), I'll probably update more. So fear not. I'll keep coming with the Britster if you stay safely away from the Treksters.
Love,
Morgan
Please let us get a drink before you leave! i'm going to miss you so much!
-kathleen
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