The Joys of Moving

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I really have to stop moving at some point, it is such a pain. At least I know how to motivate myself. I unpacked five boxes, mostly because I was looking for dishes to eat off of. Hmm.. I have lots of chopsticks. Just as poured myself a bowl of cheerios, Tom called and asked if I wanted to go out for lunch. Silly boy, the answer is yes. Ok, I have eaten out a lot since I have gotten back, and have no income. So he offered to pay. Partially wanted to because it would involve talking more to his coworker Dan, who is the guy that Tom used to (I hope) complain about me to. As it is to late to worry about impressing the relatives (met most of them already), I have to present a good impression to somebody. I hope.

Then it started raining. Thankfully I have wonderful downstairs neighbors, Tanya and Pete, who covered my furniture. Ended up chatting with them for an hour or to after thanking them. Cool couple, very Lawrence. Not students, but bartenders. Got an offer to go down canoing with them next time they go. Row, row, row your boat...

Haven't unpacked a box yet this afternoon. Made myself a White Russian (I did unpack my alcohol) and started hanging my postcards. The doorway to my apartment is at the bottom of the stairs, and they are the accessible walls. I have been collecting for the last couple of years neat postcards. So far I have been filling up the rectangles between boards into rough thematic groups. Silliness, foreignness, meditation and nakedness. After my bath I shall do cats and sexuality. And then spread out the rest in the triangles. The idea is for people to marvel at them, or something.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

sounds funky and fun. curious where you will wind up some day.
Barb