It’s almost moving day. Yes, again. It was a pre-arranged thing that Brian would take the big room on April 1, and I would move into the little room. I really like my big room. The bed has space on either side, not crammed in a corner. I have a big dresser (that’s staying in the big room) and a roomy closet. There’s room enough for a small desk and a book shelf (both staying).
The perks of the small room include: It’s $500 per month cheaper. It’s on the inside of the building, so I won’t get the street noise. And it’s far easier to move across the apartment than to a different building.
So I’m not excited about squishing into a little room. But Brian is stoked about the big room – as evidenced by the pile of luggage he parked outside my door. I, on the other hand, have this much packed.
Maybe I’ll start tomorrow. Really, I don’t even have that much stuff. I packed light when I moved here. In fact, I have more stuff in Chad & Lora’s basement than I have in my room in Manhattan. Thanks again, guys!
Tonight I have the whole place to myself while my roommates are at a play. I’m not wasting this evening packing!