Moving soon – let the pain begin!
Moving is a pain in the rump. When I moved into my house in Atlanta, I had movers do it. I’d had movers do it ever since the one apartment move just about damned near killed me and my friends I’d been able to beg to come help me. After that, I said “Screw it. $300 for two guys and a truck to get it done in 3 hours? Sounds great.”
When I left Atlanta, it was a self-move. I just didn’t have the money to hire a truck and people to move us. Instead, we talked to the guy that was doing the build-out on the store and he knew of a couple of guys that would be happy to earn some extra cash to help Jared unload the rented truck. Me? I know my limits. I stayed upstairs and pointed where everything would go, while reassuring the cats that they weren’t going to die and everything was okay. Oh and I passed around water bottles. It was hot as hell that day.
Last Friday, we got new neighbors. And aren’t they a treat. It was bad enough that a building that had been blocking the view and the noise from the railroad tracks on the other side of it had been knocked down, but the new neighbors neglected to find parking suitible for them, as well as all of their friends. What neighbors? A bar. A glass-fronted bar. Not a suitibly sound-proofed with a double door entry way that blocks the sound, but a plain old plate glass all across the front of the whole damned thing with no sound proofing qualities at all bar. Oh, and they have live music. Joy. 
Now, back in the day, I used to go to bars. They were also properly sound-proofed. (Hey Jas, remember Netherworld? ::grin::) I don’t go to clubs anymore, and even if I did, this would not be a club I’d go to. It’s been a bad build from the start, with a small fire, arguements with the historic preservationists, permit issues, and then the cracked slab that would have been for parking, except they didn’t bother to check to make sure there wasn’t a hole underneath the slab of the early 1900’s building they tore down. So we got to watch everyone circling the blocks for parking (this is not a complex I live in, but refurbed early 1900’s stores/offices, so it’s street parking for all), and then Saturday night, the 3 cop cars coming to deal with the one drunk guy stupid enough to take his shirt off and start screaming obscenities at the bouncers.
Yeahhhhhhh, so not where I want to live. Did I mention I’m literally across the street from this place? /growl
It all got capped off with me having to call the cops an hour after everyone had left and the bar had closed for the night because we had more drunks standing out on the sidewalk in front of our apartment being loud and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired, cranky, and wanted SLEEP! The cops came, and told the people to go home and the people… stayed. /sigh A couple of them live below us, and they didn’t go inside their apartment, so I slept on the couch.
However, the lady that co-owns the store with Mom, the store that I’m the manager of, she also owns some “apartments”. They’re called apartments, but I went and looked at them yesterday with Jared. They’re bloody townhomes. Small, only 1100 square feet (the house in Atlanta was 2100 sq. ft.), but that’s about what we’re living in now. We’re also not using 1/2 the bedroom (bad positions for load bearing posts), and a 1/4 of the living room (more bad load bearing posts). It’s got carpet (yey! no more cold feet!), brand new appliances (yey! no more questionable freezer closing!), and two bedrooms (yey! seperate room for the comps!). Best of all? TWO AND A HALF BATHROOMS! /swoon Hey we’re dealing with a 1 bed, 1 bath right now, and when Jared’s gut and my gut are both having issues at the same time, it gets dicey. 
The new place comes with washer/dryer connections, but she’s going to order some for us on Monday when she gets back into town, so we don’t have to worry about having to buy some. The kitchen’s a bit small, but I’ve lived in worse. Best of all? There’s covered private gated parking. It’s quiet. And there’s not a bar in sight.
So some point in the next week and a half, it looks like we’re going to be moving. Tonight, Jared and I get to sit down and discuss when we want to do this, when he can get his friends who’ve already offered to help in exchange for free lasagna to commit, and when we can get all the utilities on at the new place. the biggest issue is going to be the cable/internet, but that’s always the way. Me? I’m just hoping that this weekend is the last weekend we spend here. It’s been lovely, but we really need to go now. 
