Seriously…moving sucks. I do not want to go through this again next year. But we may have to if the economy keeps up the way it is…ugh.

Anyway, this is Sean collapsed after only the first day of moving (we did several trips back and forth over the course of a week). He had no idea how much worse it was going to get…

I suck at double tasking, in case you haven’t realized.

The move went really smoothly…more smooth than I think either of us could have imagined. We did not pay movers this time which was probably the smartest decision I’ve ever made in my life. Last year when I moved, I did hire movers. And they were hungover. Asking if the brownies I had put out were “special” brownies…when I said no, they did little to mask their disappointment. They stole my bottle of tequila leftover from my birthday party. Broke more of my things than anyone could imagine (furniture…they broke furniture. Do you know how hard it is to break furniture??) and overcharged my by hundreds of dollars from the original quote I was given. The only thing broken this time around was a picture frame–which Red stepped on the day after the move.

So, anyway, this move was so, so much better. Sean and I did several trips with boxes the week before the move. The day of, my friends Emily, DC and Jeff came over in the morning and pretty much jumped right in bringing stuff down to the moving truck. Emily and I finished packing up boxes while the men grunted and lifted and threw their backs out. We also entertained the dogs so they didn’t freak out too much…not that that did a whole lot of good. After the truck was packed, the guys went over to the new apartment to unload (since the truck could only take 3 people anyway) and Emily and I stayed at the old place and cleaned. We ate greasy Chinese food and toasted with ginger ale to leaving BedStuy FOREVER.

2009 is already off to a better start…

I returned home yesterday from a very long trip. We took two days to drive 12 hours, stopping over for a night in Pennsylvania to visit my best friend, Michelle. We arrived home to Brooklyn sometime in the early afternoon on Sunday and with our luggage, dogs, groceries and extra bags of Christmas gifts from my very generous parents managed to slowly hobble up the stairs.

I began by unpacking the groceries. Always my least favorite thing to do. And Sean ran to the bathroom…he made the terrible choice of drinking two large coffees before getting on the road.  From the bathroom, I hear him laughing. At first, I found this a little weird, but didn’t think too much of it. Guys laugh at weird things sometimes, ya know?  But then he calls for me to come to the bathroom.

Me (from the other room): Um, I’d really rather not. (I was a little wary of what exactly he wanted to show me)

Him: No seriously. You’ve got to see this.

And so I hesitantly make my way to the bathroom.  And there, laying in pieces all over my bathtub is the ceiling. There had been some leaking and water damage that for the past year we’ve been complaining about to the landlord…and now, two weeks before we’re moving, the ceiling caves in. Probably from snow or something.

And I, too, could do nothing but laugh. The laughter, however, stopped when I reached my bedroom to find another area of the ceiling crumbled…all over my beautiful velvet bedspread. For some reason, this room was a whole lot less funny than the bathroom. But, what can you do? We grabbed some garbage bags and began cleaning up the mess.  Then taped empty bags to the ceiling to prevent excess drafts and leaks until the contractor can come and fix it up.

Thank the Lord we’re moving soon. This place is most certainly cursed.