Last night Ben and I sort of reached the zombie stage of moving -- our bodies continued to move boxes and hang up clothes despite the fact that our minds were spending 80% of their processing capabilities trying to figure out just where the heck we actually were.
Sore arms and sore legs prove that we've actually made a dent in moving -- well, actually, we've made more than a dent since this morning we woke up in San Francisco.
Now, we're back in Petaluma picking up the last of our things and cleaning the rest of the house. And, as I sit on my G4 writing this entry, I wonder just when we'll have our DSL connection up and running in the apartment. Considering that they won't even let us make an appointment yet, I'm thinking that it will be a while.
Bad things about the move:
1. Our movers couldn't get our couch up the stairs to our apartment. We're couchless, basically. The movers are coming back this week with three more guys and they're going to try to hoist it up two and half stories.
2. We've gone from 2 1/2 baths to one quite small one. Perhaps this isn't so much a bad thing but more a wake up call that says "hey guys, you know what? Each of you don't need your own full bathroom."
3. We're a bit scared to venture out of the apartment. That will pass.
Good things about the move:
1. The kitchen is almost as big as our old kitchen and I'm almost finished unpacking that room.
2. It's quiet in the apartment. Since we're on Clement, I feared that the traffic would keep us up all night. I barely heard a car pass last night.
3. The creepiness of living in a new place has already worn off.
4. We feel like we're on vacation. This too, will pass. But, it's quite fun waking up and feeling like you've just began a new adventure.
