It’s all been done

Alright folks, since we’ve made it to the City and made ourselves a home, we’re going to stop writing to this here road trip blog. It’s been fun.

Get up, set up, fall down

On Friday we signed the papers and handed over the necessary monies for our new home. When I said “Can we move in tonight?” in unthinking excitement, Kyle just looked at me.
All day Saturday was spent hauling boxes out of the truck, across the street and into our second floor apartment.
The television didn’t fit in the elevator, so we had to carry that up the stairs.
We could advertise a new weight loss program: move your shit from one place to another. Trust me, it works.
Yesterday we relaxed. I had the energy handover from hell and couldn’t stay awake for more than 30 mins at a time.
We spent this morning unpacking, then made a trip to Target for kitty litter and window blinds. Next on the list: sofa and air conditioner.
The TV and Internet people come Thursday. Huzzah!

Teeter, teeter, summit

If you’re already sore throughout the shin and calf area, a morning hike through a Jersey industrial area is a really stupid idea.

Okay, that one was on me. But there was a cab to bring us back to the hotel, and the negative effects were halved. This was the getting of the first two grand, which was the base required cost of signing our lease.

Skip ahead a few hours, and it’s started to rain. Raining while waiting for the bus, raining down 5th Ave. to the landlord’s office, raining when we were told to come back a half hour later because he was busy. When we finally got to talk to him, and were given the amount needed to overcome the lack of income, it was still raining. (Side note: none of this week’s tension compares to the four minutes waiting for him to come back in the room and give the final approval)

Here’s where it got weird: Go over to the bank and ask for a money order, they tell me their printer isn’t working. This is odd, since it seems like it would be hard to run a bank without the ability to put ink to paper. Run down to 51st, where they tell me that money orders can’t be printed for those amounts, and I don’t have the name for a cashier’s check. Megan runs (literally) back to the office, phones the name, and I haul over with the documents.

Of course, none of that would have even happened without the best man that I know. When it was crunch time, my father not only responded immediately but did so above and beyond my request for at-this-very-instant fundage. Dad = rules.

When all was said and done, I stood 120 inches tall knowing that I am now a Bedford Park resident.

Now, to deal with actually moving all that crap up there tomorrow.

Creative Navigation

The last few days have been a series of interesting events.

Alright, I’ll admit, it’s at least partially my fault we got lost trying to find the hotel our first night in Jersey.

But at least that was driving. So we wasted some gas and perhaps caused some damage to our belongings on the roads that were potholes filled with potholes filled with…these things can be dealt with.

Shin splints and torn muscles however, are a more immediate problem. I’m used to plenty of walking. But the hills are new to me. And walking 3 miles further than we had to was, while a great weight-loss program, undermining to future ventures.

I got a program for my Blackberry that will help navigate the subways so we don’t end up going 45 mins in the wrong direction, again.

Sorry, Kyle. But that’s what you get for raining all over my flaming zombie parade.

Tomorrow we find out whether or not we have a place to live. Keep your fingers crossed for us.

Unknown road

Heading back into the city shortly to try and get some things ironed out. Seemed like a good idea to write this down in preparation for the occasion that it goes wrong, and present thinkings won’t be able to be recalled properly. The hoops are many, and must be jumped through. But my legs are still a bit tired. Here’s hoping they accept the hopscotch version.