Movin'
Let me start by saying moving sucks!
You have to do a lot of lifting, organizing, and decision making in order to avoid fines and successfully transition into your new venue, dwelling and/or abode.
I am currently in the middle of moving between apartments. While be it one of the easiest moves I’ve ever participated in as the apartments are only a floor apart, maintaining some level of respect for my neighbors and surroundings has become the biggest challenge for me.
Allow me to explain…
I received the key for the new spot this past Saturday. Not that morning, no this would have been too easy. No, I had to wait until after 5 pm because no one makes plans on a Saturday afternoon.
After driving an hour to spend the “day” with my brother, his wife, their kid and my dad I had the privilege of racing back to the leasing office to receive the WRONG key !!! before driving another hour down to DC to see the Kids In The Hall perform at Constitution Hall (great show, btw).
The next morning I walked down to my new place only to realize I could not enter and spent the next hour on the phone with the After Hours crew as the Leasing office is closed Sundays (hense the need to drop everything Saturday and pit stop there between outings)
Once I gained entry I was greeted, much to my dismay, with the same warm, unwelcoming lack of AC my current home was suffering.
I made a few trips between the two apartments, transferring the bare minimals knowing my brother would be by soon to assist in the heavy carrying. Upon his arrival I tasked him with mounting my television and surround sound as I am terrible at math and ought not be trusted with a ruler. The results of his hard work looks excellent!
We made some progress that afternoon and after he left I made several more trips bringing more items to litter my new floor with. It was at this point I became a bit too comfortable…
After hours of sweating with no AC I began to strip, slowly. I would be searching my old bedroom for keepers to bring to the new and unconsciously disrobe items of my attire.
First I left my hat behind before tossing my shoes & socks. After a few more trips I left my shirt in the new room and next my shorts in the old. I had made two indecent journeys before I heard a neighbor’s door open. Instantly fight or flight took over and I made a mad dash for my old, more familiar door.
Success!
I was not seen.
This time...
I put on some cloths and continued moving 'til midnight when I decided to sleep in the new apartment.
Waking on the floor Monday morning I realized I had neglected to bring all of the toiletries required to ready for work down the night before.
Without a fear, I unashamedly walked out the door of my new apt dressed in a towel, flip flops and my keys only to be greeted by my former neighbor as they were walking down the stairs.
Still in a daze, somewhere between hung over and sleep deprived, I acknowledged them, some how ignoring their confused stare and lack of a response, as we passed on the stairwell. It was not for another 15 minutes that I processed what had just transpired…
My neighbor witnessed me mid walk of shame and my towel was not wide enough to cover my ass.