Yesterday I moved into my new apartment in the Castro. Greg was a total champ, helping me get the Uhaul, driving it down to mom's, loading it, driving it back to San Francisco and then unloading it. I, on the other hand, was attacked by boxes and have a patchwork of bruises and scrapes over my body. He was a total champ. I offered to buy him dinner wherever he wanted and he just let me choose. This odd burger craving came over me - so I had my 2nd hamburger of the year. The craving was stronger than the stomach and I only ate about 1/3 of my supper.
Now that all my stuff is moved, I've got to find homes for it all within my apartment. This can be much more difficult than the actual moving of boxes. Especially as my space is small and I didn't take much of my furniture. I'm down from having enough furniture to fill a 2 bedroom apartment to a bed, armoire, bedside table, lamp and some lawn chairs - but it made moving easy. I need space to stash and stow. Mostly because I don't want to look like a pack rat.
But I'm in. I should have my bed assembled and ready to sleep in tonight.
Happy Day.
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