Condo Living

Life is good. We're all moved in to the new condo and feelin good. We've got S P A C E. Wow. Feels so good. 2 people in the kitchen? No problem. 2 people in the bathroom-Are you kidding me? We could turn the extra floor space in the bathroom into a 2nd bedroom! BBQ on patio/terrace/urban yard? Every night baby!

Yes, life is good. Chaotic but good. The place is still a complete mess more or less due to the fact that we didn't sell the furniture we wanted to (esp. the desk) so we had to take it with us. Also, we've yet to get access to our storage locker, so the unwanted boxes dump has yet to occur.

Casualties of the move: a few broken dishes and a couch. We couldn't fit our full-size couch in the door so we gave it to our friends Brandon and Linda from Charles st. Perhaps the couch was destined to live out its days back on Charles St. Our quest for a new couch now has a bit of urgency to it.

Moving bonuses: somehow we managed to get more TV channels than we asked for (can you say HGTV?) and we also got call waiting on our phone for some reason. We also secured street permit parking temporarily until November-which is waaaaaay cheaper than renting a spot privately. We have a shortage of couches but we've got a surplus of dining tables-2 (our old one and our 'new' teak set.....still not sure about that yet.)

U-Haul rocks. Total cost of renting the U-Haul for the day = $30+$4 for gas refill (I think I put too much back in too). WELL worth it. For in-town moves, U-Haul is the way to go I've discovered. It also helps to have about 10 friends show up to help you. Thanks to all again-in order of appearance: Amanda, Dan+Sue, Brandon+Linda, Jon+Becky, Brad+Carolyn. And thanks to both of our sets of parents for all the help leading up to the big move day.


Our phone number is unchanged, so call away people, call away. If you know anybody who wants to buy a desk, a desk chair, or some shelving units, let us know. Edit: SOLD!

Did I mention we've got a BBQ? This is going to be a carnivorously awesome summer (I can hear my George Foreman grill starving for attention already...).