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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Moving Out

All righty -- I got that place in the Lower Haight, and I'm moving tomorrow. I've MOSTLY got everything packed up, and I have the rest of the month to pick up the odds and ends (Grandma's china -- where on earth will I put it?). I hope to get the bulk of it moved tomorrow, but it's going to take quite a few trips. I have too much stuff!

And I got a part-time job tutoring, which will pay for my groceries. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to be BUSY -- I have a full-time training thing during the days, and the bookstore at night, plus I need to sell a bunch of my furniture and things. Then there's taxes, jury duty, a work meeting, a T.B. test, two book group meetings, and figuring out where I'll do laundry/buy groceries/get internet access/bank. The schedule is quite overwhelming, actually. But I can do it! I can! I just have to push myself for a bit longer.

But my new apartment is pretty. Yellow walls, pergo floor. I'm spending tomorrow night at Matty's, as I don't have a bed. I'm afraid Matty's on the verge of catching a cold, and he's got a lot on his plate with his new job. So no matter what, I'm going to be positive and cheerful tomorrow night. I would kill for a ticket to Hawaii. But then again, maybe my new neighborhood will be like Hawaii. As I said, there are lots of really cute guys in my 'hood, and I'm so close to Golden Gate Park, and once things calm down I'll have evenings free.

I wonder who lives in the building? Will I make some new friends? I hear there are a couple of dogs residing there. I love dogs, though I'm not ready to have one of my own. If I get lonely, I'll get a goldfish. But I don't think I'll get too lonely. I haven't felt lonely for a while now. In so many ways, I've lucked out. It's tough not to take that for granted.

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Blogger Anne-Marie said...

I'm so happy for you, and that's a lovely neighbourhood.

Good luck with the moving.

7:05 AM

Blogger matty said...

Ing!!! It is going to rock!!!

I got two goldfish when I had my studio in Boston. I named them Sonny & Cher. Interesingly, Cher always seemed bored and frustrated and Sonny died with a week. Cher held on for a good 2 weeks. Later, I learned that my basement studio was just too cold in the winter for sonny and cher -- However such will not be the case for you're apartment.

But, to me, fish are sort of like floating eyeballs. so, I sort of didn't mind that they died.

does that make me a horrible person? I didn't miss my fish.

You are going to love living here! And, all those straight boys in the Lower Haight are going to love it, too!! And, I can walk to your place and you to ours!!! Yay!!!

I'm trying to rest up so I will have energy and entertain you proper. However. ...It might be the big screen TV and whatever NetFlix or dvd you want to watch while I roll around the floor in agony.

...theraflu kicking in NOW. Eyes shutting. ....zzzzzzz

8:26 AM

Blogger Me said...

This morning I woke up and was lying in my bed thinking about how nice it would be to move into a different house. Then I thought about how much junk I've accumulated and thought better of it. I shook that idea out of my head and got up to go to the kitchen and make myself some coffee. My door wouldn't open. I was trapped in my room. I think my house is trying to keep me here.
I'm so happy for you that you've managed to find a great new place to live and you and Matty will be within walking distance!
See, everything works out in the end!

10:53 AM

Blogger Mone said...

I always used moving as a chance to throw out stuff I didnt really needed or liked.
I'm here in my last place since seven years... there is to much junk around already, but I'm not moving soon, hahaha, so I'm stucked with all that stuff.
You are sooo lucky that you've got that place. I always loved the lower haight.

11:54 PM

Blogger Spinning Girl said...

Leap, and the net appears!

6:48 AM

Blogger ginab said...

Except for the TB test (?!), consider your friend here an expert in all things lated. The queen of change, your pal here. Upheaval, I'd call it.

You'll be alright. It's all manageable. Maybe you'll discover just how much can be done!

I am concerned about the Tb test. That would be the wrench!


8:50 AM

Blogger josh williams said...

Cool beans...

10:04 AM

Blogger purplesimon said...

Here's hoping you moved in okay and life is a whirl you can cope with.

Best for the future, whatever it may bring is bound to be good - I for one have been sending positive thoughts your way since you told us the news of the move.

Is the TB thing a just-in-case? That's kinda scary.

Look forward to the next Ing-episode.

purplesimon out...

7:04 AM

Blogger matty said...

Your moved in!!!

...and the coolest sofa in the free world is on it's way!!!!

The place rocks, Ing!!!!

7:05 AM

Blogger Labbie said...

Moving on up to that high-rise apartment in the sky...

Or something like that.

Best of luck.

6:40 AM

Blogger lryicsgrl said...

Good luck with in your new home, Ing!
I truly do, wish you well...and I cannot wait to hear all about the cute guys in the new hood, okay?


6:38 AM

Blogger sage said...

good luck with your move, you can now just walk uphill and treat yourself to a Ben & Jerry's ice cream.

9:32 AM

Blogger bonniejo said...

Congratulations on new job and new apartment; shiny floors and yellow walls will keep you cheerful. T.B. test is no sweat. Even if you get a reaction, it's usually fine... worst case scenario they give you a chest X-ray and say you've been exposed (you'd know if you had T.B.) ... Note to Matty about the goldfish... We keep a goldfish named Orange Peel in the stock tank year-round (that's in Michigan). We've tried to give him friends but he eats them. He gets frozen in the ice a few times a year and seems to thaw out without adverse effects.

6:08 PM

Blogger ing said...


Yes, the neighborhood is super lovely. It's warm out, and it's raning, and the streets seem to go on forever and ever. I scarfed down the best pizza tonight. Two slices, and I was done. Tomorrow night is my friend Tina's birthday. Let's see if I can get her out here.



Sonny and Cher were California fish, for sure. They didn't belong in some freezing brownstone, or igloo, or whatever those Boston people live in. I hear the Michigan people live in them, too.

I once had a fish, and I miss it, and I am a very good person. His name was Oscar. I miss sleeping with my cheek against his cold little flank while he gasped and spasmed on my pillow. I miss the strings of gray poop that would trail along behind him as he swam back and forth in his smelly bowl. And it was so cute when he stopped eating and swam around in aimless circles. I learned so much about the cycle of life and the great wonder that is life.

The agony you refer to -- are you describing your reaction to the Madonna dvd we watched the other night? Because you picked that one out. I chose Fat Girl, which is an excellent film. I have extremely good taste, you see.



Yes, it's all worked out -- for the time being, anyway.

And now, I can see every single piece of my junk, as it's crammed into every available corner and niche. So much of it, and I suppose I should let some things go, but it's hard. I hate to give up on unresolved issues. Many changes, Many regrets.



Yes, yes, junk, I know. And yes, I'm lucky. Lucky, and all squished in.



I'm still scared that it won't, not every time. But I'll take it for now.



Are you upheaving soon?

The TB test is a requirement for my new job. I don't have TB. I also have to get fingerprinted. And guess what? I don't have fingerprints.

I realize that lots can be done, but I can't live life at this pace. After this I hope to have a few months of regularity and quiet. Then it's all going to heave up again, but to a lesser degree.



Try bean-o.



I'm astounded at what I can cope with right now. Astounded.

The future BETTER be good. It certainly doesn't have anything to do with TB. The test is just to prove that I don't have it.



WHAT are you listening to in your new profile picture? You look like you're concentrating. It better not be Barbra covering The Beatles!!

Read bonniejo's comment under the previous posting -- she has a goldfish and she misses it, even though won't die!



Oh, no. This is very low-rise.



Thanks! I've got a ways to go. I'm still figuring out what to paint pink, and where to hang paintings and things. Oh, and where on earth to put things.

I will tell you about the cute guys, presently. Maybe there's a yoga studio nearby (yoga dudes are especially hot).



Ben & Jerry's?! Are you channeling Matt Groening again? (I stuck Love Is Hell in the Valentine's day window at the bookstore.)



You're here! Hi!

Is Orange Peel a reference to the fish's color, or texture? Because a fish like that would make some pretty tough eating, yeah?

10:00 AM

Blogger ginab said...

Blogger so sucks but I am so unable to make any huge changes (I was going to buy a new computer but alas not until I can buy a MAC).

Anyway...I'm grumping!

I'm glad for you!!!!

Must go. Turning dark!


1:01 PM

Blogger Me said...

Sea Monkeys. You need Sea Monkeys. Oh I know they're only crill, tiny little shrimplike things and they don't wear crowns or watch telly in their undersea condominiums but just the idea of owning Sea Monkeys makes me happy.

11:32 PM

Blogger matty said...

Yeah, I was very upset when I discovered that sea monkeys look nothing at all like their cartoon-selves on the packing material.

I wanted crowns, aprons and high heel'd shoes.

Not too much to ask for! But, I guess it is. b

6:45 AM

Blogger josh williams said...

Beano? I fear I am at my most articlulate powers when gassy!

5:51 AM


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